…..do not mix well.
So instead, may I offer you the 2017 Purple Crocus Kickline:
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Then there is no mountain, then there is…
I can’t remember the song title, or the singer, but the usage should make more sense tomorrow…
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Longwood Gardens is a place for show stopper botanical pyrotechnics. The indoor chrysanthemums were amazing… But I think the most fun this time was rambling around in the meadows, gawking at the trees, water, and sky.
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I have no idea how long it takes for a crocus seed to develop into a bulb capable of flowering. I have no idea if the croci I’ve been planting have been genuinely fruitful and getting on with the multiplying thang. The purple ones come up in little purple clumps; the yellow ones are merrily glowing away…there might be a few stripey ones due to erupt elsewhere, but they are doing as they have done, each year, unless thwarted by spade, rabbit, or drought.
If I want difference in the crocus department, I’m going to have to plant some other species [the saffron-bearing variety keeps intriguing me — imagine being able to present Word with our own saffron to put in the Lucia buns?], or I’m going to have to be really patient.
For some reason, I’m more patient with the slow growth of bulblets than I am with the glacial progress of insight among my fellow human beings. If you are not getting the results you are hoping for, you need to STOP DOING WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING and try something else. The ‘reset’ button only gets you back to your original parameters; if those were screwy, what evolves out from them is still going to be warped, tangled, tainted, and whatever other forms of WRONG one might recognize from the first 18 times the tune has played out.
<sigh>
The wiser form of hope, it seems to me, is to leave, strike out for elsewhere, and learn what it has to offer for a while. Distance, time, and new habits may be the salve for all that repetitive injury — Over time you end up being someone slightly Other than you were, and in the process, when you finally look back, your otherwise eyes may be able to see a path that leads forward, and not back into pain.
Maybe. I don’t think it works if you are insistent on being who you were to the exclusion of all other possibilities.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
— T. S. Eliot, The Four Quartets