One morning last week, I was taking a walk round our little park in order to air my brain – I’d been writing intensely for well over two hours and was feeling a need to reconnect with the real world – when, right by one of the exit gates, I came upon a pair of newly-opened purple and white crocuses. (‘Croci’, if you prefer). They were typically beautiful, standing there, looking around in the low sunshine. But what struck me particularly about these two was that their neighbours in this small patch of ground weren’t spring daffodils ‘fluttering and dancing in the breeze’ or little snowdrops, shyly hanging their heads – no, their neighbours were a crumpled up sheet of plastic, a cereal bar wrapper, a plastic screw top, torn paper and various other bits of detritus, the like of which we human beings commonly throw away for someone else to clean up.
It wasn’t bothering the two crocuses. The surrounding garbage had no effect on their beauty, their radiance, their personal pride – what self-belief! And I supposed – being the incurable anthropomorphiser that I am – that their attitude to the ne’er-do-wells and general low-lifes all around them was that – well, that’s life. We all have to get on and live together. And that, they seemed to be doing very successfully. I wished them well and went back to my writing.
Surprising what you can learn from crocuses. (’Croci’ if you prefer).