The crocuses croaked. When I went to my office this week, I anticipated that they would have “gone-by” as my mother-in-law calls it. And “gone-by” they were. The flowers wilted and brown, the green leaves white and drooping on the side of the pot – exhausted, spent, weary, ready to be done with living in my office.
I threw them away.
Thinking on it now, I feel guilty. I feel guilty for a number of things that I had not anticipated. I did not thank them for the color and life they brought to my office. I did not keep the bulbs which surely could have been used again next winter. I tossed the pot and the plastic covering into the garbage which will eventually go to the landfill. I did not honor them nor the gift of the life force they gave me by even trying to save what could have been re-used. I turned what might have been a sacred moment into a quick disposal and an efficient cleanup.
Our throw-away culture and MY throw-away attitude is not even in my conscious awareness. This ‘thing amnesia’ is partly due to the glut of things I already have, and partly due to the readily available ‘new’ stuff easily within driving distance. Subsequently, the things I do have are very much reduced in value. They are easily thrown or given away (which is surely better than just tossed). They are easily replaced.
or are they?