Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Since we moved into our house, I believe that 3 things have been stolen from us:
a geranium off the front porch
blossoms of my new passionflower vine
I have no idea why the mailbox went missing. And, technically, it happened before we moved in. Now we have an ugly, duct-taped-on box.
But the other 2 things have my puzzled and searching for the right internal response.
They were things of beauty, which I don't feel like I can possess on my own.
The geranium grew from a cutting I took from Matt's parents' house--part of a proliferation of a rapid-growing plant. It easily took root in a new pot, and graciously offered new blooms. Who am I to own it? And, if someone wanted a bit of beauty for their front porch, I guess I can be happy to share.
The same goes for the passionflower blooms. I am struck by their bold beauty, and can't blame anyone who wanted one. I just wish they were still attached to the growing plant.
I guess I'm sort of excited that someone noticed their beauty.
But I miss them.
I hope they continue to spread an appreciation for the beauty of this world.