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The garden of the white flowers

Postby Carina Rei » Sun Nov 08, 2015 3:13 am

Deep in the forest lived a lonely old man, his only company was a dog, mixture of several dog breeds that had once appeared there maybe lost or abandoned. The old man enjoyed his solitude in the company of his dog and his beautiful garden, he spoke not only with his dog but with each of his plants that he knew in detail, knew when he had planted them, when they had to bloom and even the color of each. His garden was separated by color, a square where there were only red flowers: Cheerful poppies, ornate dahlias, modest geraniums and beautiful red roses among others, another one with only yellow flowers as little pansy flowers, splendid daffodils, friendly snapdragon, other flowers blue as lush hydrangeas and haughty agapanthus, another orange flowers as funny Tagetes and smiling nasturtiums and lilac as proud aster, humble violets and elegant iris and in a somewhat remote corner of the garden he had planted all white flowers . There were fresh snowdrops, beautiful white roses, shy white primroses, witty white petunias, elegant calla lilies, friendly daisies and in a corner picaresque white freesias.

One day in early March the old man went to visit his "white" corner, it was full of snowdrops, the first flowers to appear as soon as the snow had melted, the old man looked at the freesias they were about to bloom when something made him stop, a brown little point between the freesias, it couldn't be ... he decided to wait a few days to see if his suspicion would be confirmed.

The next morning very early the old gardener went first to the white corner of the garden, the brown peak had grown a little and it also highlighted in the eyes of the man among white flowers and green leaves, the only two colors that should be seen in that part of the garden. Then he continued to visit the rest of the flowers, removing weeds, dry flowers and leaves and then water them and sing some of their favorite songs. While the dog was watching attentive, waiting for his breakfast and for walk in the woods later, where he could run and sniff partridges and rabbits hoping to catch one. Each day he had new hope, although rabbits were too fast and partridges when it seemed he was going to catch one, it flew up in front of his nose.

In the afternoon he went back to the white corner to observe that peak, that bud that was not white. The old man shook his head and walked annoying home to prepare dinner for him and his dog.

That night he didn't sleep well and on the next day he got up since he saw the first ray of light coming through the window. He dressed quickly and went to the garden that was waking up in the gloom, the day hadn't begun, he went straight to the white corner and then he saw, what he already suspected, the brown bud had opened and transformed into a mischievous freesia of a dark red color with a yellow circle in the center, it really was beautiful, but what did it do there? There just had to be white flowers, how did that bold freesia come there? He didn't like to cut it, but he could not leave it there, that was the white area, it highlighted too much. He spent all day with the dilemma, doing his routine tasks distracted, even the dog looked worried, because he did not pay much attention and the walk that day was too short. Not to think about hunting rabbits or partridges.

By late afternoon he came again to the white corner, but that corner was no longer completely white, the red freesia still was there and also one brown speck was hovering next. He entered the home to prepare dinner and nearly burned it and the dog barked a short reminder that he was there and hungry.

At night he sat in front of the house to reflect, too many thoughts ran through his head to sleep. What was clear was that he would not harm the flower, he had to leave it there and the rest of buds coming out too, so the corner was no longer white. And finally he found the solution, why not mix all, put white flowers on square red, blue and yellow and vice versa, it would be a great multicolored garden where yellow daffodil could be next to the purple iris or a red geranium . There would be many square and a corner of the garden with colorful flowers to enjoy butterflies, birds and himself. He went to bed and slept very relaxed and happy dreaming of beautiful flowers of all colors of the rainbow.

Carina

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Re: The garden of the white flowers

Postby Francis Takahashi » Mon Nov 09, 2015 10:24 am

A marvelously told story, Carina, of the enlightenment of an old man. Being shown that there was a force, greater than he at work in what he always assumed was his private garden to control, he was wise enough to concede to a higher consciousness.

A timely reminder that, as we tend the gardens of our lives, we must be flexible and tolerant of intrusions and surprises,that seemingly disrupt intended harmony, yet result in creativity and revelations. Thank you for sharing.
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Re: The garden of the white flowers

Postby Carina Rei » Mon Nov 09, 2015 1:35 pm

Thank you very much Takahashi Shihan for your understanding of the deeper sense of my story, your comment shows it in a wise way.
Muchas gracias
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