I just returned from a fishing trip, not of the aqua kind but a fishing trip for flowers. A few non-committed minutes were available in my morning so I went down to the local nursery and browsed the shelves looking for another rose bush.
The fact that I went, by myself, may have been seen as a tad unusual and a bit out of character, and maybe even a month ago I would have agreed. Now, today, maybe not so much.
I found the experience somewhat peaceful and a bit calming, and more than a little overwhelming. So many choices, too many options. I cannot at this point fully envision the garden outcome, or desired layout or placement of these potential purchases. I can buy them alright, I have that function down pat, but where at home do I put them to optimize their beauty? That is the question. I came away with only a miniature climbing rose, a minnow in the big picture.
At this time I don’t feel confidant enough in myself to create and execute the garden vision. I can cast the rod but can I set the hook and reel it in? Why I’m afraid I do not know. I am quite sure that were I to give it the time, and a chance, I would be successful. If I am not willing to put in a little effort I will get little in the way of results.
“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of that which is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.”- Unknown
So tomorrow I will hit the “fishing” hole again, this time with my wife. She can help me with some selections and potential placements. Without my fishing partner I would be floundering (pun intended). I will cast the rod again and fish for my flowers.