My Foster Plants
Sometimes people fall into a position at a company that isn’t a good fit for their interests or their skills. My favorite was a brilliant historian with a PhD who worked in a group of software engineers. I don’t know how it happened because he was there when I joined the company and the group.
He had an incredible knowledge of history, particularly of his niche specialty, but I had trouble following all his wonderful tales, so I’m not sure I ever knew what his area of expertise was. One day, he came into my office with two large, brown paper grocery sacks and set them down on my already-crowded desk.
Inside the heavy sacks were plants and dirt. He told me that he stayed up all night to dig up the plants in his yard because he decided to retire immediately and sell his house, and he was sure whoever bought the house wouldn’t be the right type of person to give the plants proper care. He told me what kind of plants they were, but I was still in awe of his plan to walk out and walk away from work and his house.
He told me the plants were rare, native plants and very delicate, and I was the only one he knew that would take care of them properly, so he decided I could foster them until he bought another house and could get them back from me.
That was seventeen years ago, and we have moved twice since he gave me the plants. We’ve never watered them, but we have divided them several times and have more pots of plants.
Over a dozen years after he abruptly disappeared, I was so inspired by his example that I gave two weeks’ notice, instead of the “expected” three months’, that I was retiring. Then I started writing…
You keep reading; I’ll keep writing!
So glad you started writing! Please, no two weeks’ notice and retirement from THAT!
I absolutely love writing, and I really appreciate your encouragement…
After all, my tagline is: You keep reading; I’ll keep writing!
Judith
Have these plants ever bloomed? Whatever they are, they look really healthy and happy. Maybe you could write about an accidental gardener -LOL. You keep writing, I’ll keep reading.
They’ve never bloomed, probably because they’ve always been so crowded. I do like the idea of an accidental gardener!
You keep reading; I’ll keep writing!