“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust
Some people are like gardens, they take great effort and care to keep well and happy. Other people are like gardeners, who take great pains to invest in their friends and partners so that they might shine and reflect well on the gardener’s efforts. But unfortunately there are also weeds. It has been said that weeds are plants that are not only in the wrong place but intend to remain there.
Friendships and relationships are much like gardens, they too require cultivation, care, and feeding to make them beautiful and bountiful. Apparently I’m the world’s worst gardener. I seem to be able to kill any green growing things left in my care, and so too with relationships and friendships. An unkempt garden is a lonely desolate place. But the garden metaphor goes only so far because there are many tasks in gardening, or so I’m told, leaving it to one gardener is patently unfair and encourages the weeds to grow there.