Reconstruction

After carefully reviewing my safety options, I decided against posting the ubiquitous 'first post,' and decided instead on posting something a little less trite. Perhaps a little less exciting, I opted today to instead post about Saturday gardening, an oft-forgot, neglected trade.

I had a friend, not close, but a friend nonetheless who frequently gardened on Saturday. She wasn't very good at it, her soil was always terribly weeded, coarse, and improperly drained, but she gave it a noble effort. I found her intriguing because though she knew she would never be any John Deere, she never let her critics disparage her plot, always on the defensive.

I recently learned of her death, and my naming to be the recipient of her plot off of Seventy-sixth, in the public peace area. I went not too long ago to inspect my new responsibility, and was amazed at the level of commitment she had. I've always respected the decision in the forties to establish public peace areas, and find it soothing to be able to enjoy nature and flora.

It is the responsibility of the living to preserve the past for the future, and though I'm sure I'll kill everything in the plot, I find it imperative to perpetuate the simplicity and beauty of her plot and her futile efforts at gardening excellence, if only to accentuate the importance of individual equanimity through husbandry.

--R.