Pansies vs. Begonias
September 13, 2010 § Leave a comment
Ah, summer hasn’t quite left us yet. Like the boyfriend that can’t completely break-up, summer keeps coming back for afternoons of dappled sunlight in the forest and lazy days for denim cut-offs.
I spent most of the day with my dear friend Annalea–brunching at Hell’s Kitchen, walking around Loring Park, and reminiscing about college days at Starbucks. After I dropped her off for her long road trip back to Portland, I came home, grabbed a blanket, a pluot, and Kafka on the Shore and read in the sunny park. I came home, only to do the same on my deck and I noticed my sad, ignored flowers.
In May, I was enthusiastic and pragmatic about planting flowers that would do well in pots in the shade. Last summer I made the mistake of buying strange but beautiful flowers (bells of ireland, love lies bleeding), and they were not happy in such small pots. This year, I bought impatients, pansies, marigolds, begonias and snap dragons. I told myself I would be a responsible flower owner and water and prune them and keep a beautiful looking deck. This did not happen. The pansies were the first to go. Poor little fragile things. The impatients were slightly heartier, along with the marigolds and snap dragons. I watered them when I remembered, and it is generous of me to say I remembered to do that about once a week. I slacked off and let the rain take care of business. I maybe have watered them once in the last month. As I sat in my 80’s style plastic lawn chair reading and observing my flowers (or what remained of them) I was amazed that the begonias are not only living, but they are beautiful as ever. They’ve survived a hot summer, without much water or care and they are resilient. It made me think about the poor pansies who didn’t survive a week without attention. I’m sorry I neglected the delicate purple flowers, but mostly I’m impressed with the begonias for their heartiness. I guess a Minnesotan can’t help but like that. Hmm, I kind of feel a poem budding. The blog entry isn’t well planned out, but I wanted to share my observation of the day. After all, it is my duty as a writer to observe the world around me.