I am selfish. I have a hard time sharing things I like — dark chocolate, Jelly Bellies (TM), time with my kids, etc. I remember attending a Friday Mass when I worked at a Catholic school that talked about the benefits of sharing but I remained steadfastly selfish.
The other day I picked some lilacs from “our” bush (it was the neighbor’s lilac bush when we moved to Hoover Street but it has since migrated to our side of the property line) and noticed that we had more bunches of flowers than in years before. I wondered how to make them last so I could enjoy them for as long as possible. I love lilacs. I worried that people would come in the night and take away my fragrant blossoms.
This evening as I planted basil in a planter on my front porch two women walked by the lilac tree and stopped and smelled and exclaimed at the scent. I called my agreement to them.
One of the women said she grew up in the Alps and had lilacs in her garden. I told her to take some. She was reluctant, but did take some. Then I realized that sharing is better than not sharing — you get more out what you share. I think I understand that Mass now.
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Oh, I love this. Sharing is good when you choose to do it. Like you though, theft brings out the possessive “it’s mine” part of me! (Usually that comes when my husband is trying to steal something that’s rightfully mine – like the last piece of chocolate!)
Thanks Mali — I nearly deleted this, thinking I was stating the obvious.
With most flowers–though not with lilacs–the more you cut, and give away, the more you get.
You are right, Lali — I should plant some of those kinds of flowers this year.
Dear: You continue to amaze me. Your writing is so beautiful. What other unrevealed talents do you possess? And thanks for Saturday p.m., it was lovely.
Thank you Catherine. What a nice thing to say. And yes, Saturday was fun.