June 15, 2010

People And Plants.

As the weekend was very April like, I spent most of my Saturday tending to my front patio. The terrace is tiled and every spring, it requires a major overhaul, which I failed to perform this year. Specifically, it needs weeding out. This became painfully apparent particularly after the recent rain, which spurred on this unwanted growth.

As I was bruising my knees and knuckles while ripping and scratching through that minimal line of dirt between each tile, which despite all odds manages to provide enough space and nutrients to house some resilient plants, I became aware of another side of the growing green that I was so furiously fighting.
A nuisance to almost every gardener, the term weed can encompass many various plants, depending on where they are found. Yet, as I paused in my labor, I got to contemplate the amazing vigilance of these unwanted beauties. They can grow out of sand, in drought, with very little soil and no help at all.

I couldn't help but realize that there is a likeness between plants and people. Some of us are just like weed; so strong and resilient, not likely to ever give up or give in. Those who can be thrown into any environment, into any situation and they will do well. Surviving on the minimal, turning nothing into plenty. Always landing on their feat, never brought down by defeat. No matter how many times they are uprooted and removed, they will come again, stronger than before.

I admire people like these as I do not belong to this category.

I am not sure I belong to the other end of the scale either.
That which harbors the more sensitive, but brilliant plants, that giving the right conditions will flourish beyond belief. Under the wrong conditions though will shrivel and subsequently perish. Those particular in every way, demanding care and attention. In need of warmth, sun and attentive care in order to feel happiness. But then will bloom in colours, spreading love and beauty. Very much like an orchid, stunning and intricate, complicated and delicate, one that will only live when looked after properly.

I do not think I am likely an orchid though, even though I thought so once.

Nor am I like a rose, which harbours unapproachable beauty, nor a sunflower, turning towards the sun. Not a tulip or any spring bulb that delivers beauty with extraordinary resilience.

I hope I am the flowering chives.
Fragile and easily burned by frost, while preserving its inner core pristine and unblemished through terrible ordeals, withstanding even the most fierce conditions. Thus ultimately resilient and strong, patiently waiting for the optimal requisite in order to thrive. And thus, when the time is right, once again growing with incredible perseverance. Looking so plain and ordinary, resembling weed, yet cultivated and sophisticated, bursting with taste.
Armored with patience, guarding a hidden treasure to be revealed to those who can see beyond the unpretentious look of this estrange plant; only when cherished the right way and given freedom to an unrestricted growth will it bloom with soft violet-blue flowers, full of sweet nectar, reflecting the evening sky during the month of white nights.

34 comments :

Phivos Nicolaides said...

Plants natural treasures. Have a wonderful day my dear Zuzana!

Nessa said...

Flowering chives are incredibly beautiful.

I love weeds.

Brian Miller said...

a flowering chive would be perfect...i like to think i am somewhere in between though i like to present myself like a weed at times..

Mood, call me Mahmood said...

A wonderful post. The chives are like jewels to be discovered.A pearl among stones. Having natural intrinsic value they are like diamonds when polished. I cherish your presence in cyber space so may you be like the chives shining in regal splendour in soft violet-blue of the evening sky during white Scandanavian nights.Chives forever.

gaelikaa said...

Found a weed growing in between the tiles in our kitchen the other day...how does it happen? I'm intrigued! Lovely post as usual,Zuzana....xxx

Lynne said...

What a lovely thoughtful post! I haven't thought about people in that way before, but how true.
I've just been ridding the vegetable plot of some weeds. It always amazes me how many weeds will grow, and how resilient they are.

Eternally Distracted said...

I sometimes wish we were able to plant things here but then I look at the feeble plants I have indoors and know that I would most likely just kill everything off... because I'm rubbish!! ;0)

Tony Single said...

Zuzana, what an intriguing post! This one really got me thinking about what I might be... perhaps a thorn bush waiting for a tiny yellow flower to grow on it? The yellow flower would be a sign to me that I'm not ALL bad, and that hope isn't wasted on the likes of me. :)

Hilary said...

Every now and then, you and I are on the same wavelength. Just the other day as I was pulling similar growth out from between my patio tiles, I was also struck by their ability to thrive in the least hospitable places, and couldn't help but consider how human-like they were. Frank brought the topic up the next day while noticing some growth in a metal rail of all places. I love your chive analogy but you're anything but "plain and ordinary."

Claus said...

What a poetic post! I have never thought of picking a flower that would identified myself with. Maybe an exotic/tropical plant? They are not very attractive, but when closely looked at, they have a certain beauty that finally wins you over. They usually exist in tropical weather, which usually needs a lot of sun or plenty of water, which makes them have a strong and thick layer to survive. I'm rambling here, but I like this choice.
Always with the best topics my friend! I wish you a lovely day.

Michael Manning said...

Morning, Zuzanna: The parallels you make here between a life that grows or dies is poignant. We must nourish our hearts and souls and then pass it along. Wishing you knee pads and gloves for the gardening. It is obvious you tend to it with love and this reveals your own spirit, my friend! lol!

Bachelor said...

Zuzana,
You are quite the clever one relating plants to people. I would have never come up with the idea! Geeze, I don't know what I'd be classified as.... I guess I'll leave that to others.
Continue to have fun pulling those weeds... hee hee!
:) The Bach

Alesa Warcan said...

So, you are beautiful (when blooming), and you taste delicious in a tossed salad? ; j
Lovely post, as ever...

(You seem like the kind of person who always lands on her feEt... But I may just be putting my foot in my mouth.)

Sumandebray said...

it is not so simple to draw a parallel between human and plants.....
Interesting attempt

Sumandebray said...

it is not so simple to draw a parallel between human and plants.....
Interesting attempt

sprinkles said...

This post is exactly why I keep coming back day after day! I really like how you see the world! I would be digging up those weeds and complaining the whole time, not thinking about how people are like plants!

I would say I'm much like an orchid. I thrive in the right circumstances, falter greatly under the wrong ones.

Hope your hands and knees are healed up now.

Rosezilla said...

Lovely post! See, you need those rest days to refresh your creativity. God knew what He was about when He told us to rest every seven days.

Lulda Casadaga said...

The chives are beautiful...like you my friend! Ah, those damn weeds...:D

I often wonder "where the hell do they come from"...there is especially one type of weed that I detest, because if left to be they grow into a tree...I don't hate trees, but these buggers need to be controlled!

I'll have to find out the name...as a kid we called them Chinese elms? But, I'm sure they go by another name.

tony said...

a Chive! Hello Zuzana!
weeds are in the eye of the beholder i guess.......when i was last in Italy (a few weeks ago)i saw some beautiful weeds growning on the roadsides.I had never seen their beauty before.They were turning to seed so I bagged a load up & brought them back to England . I have been scattering them on my garden here.Hopefully, I will have the most exotic weeds in Yorkshire next year!

ladyfi said...

Flowering chives and onions are just gorgeous!

slommler said...

Wonderful post! A flowering chive is perfect!! I would hope to be some kind of flowering weed myself. Strong and able to withstand the most disastrous of droughts!!
Congrats on your POTW
Hugs
SueAnn

Paul C said...

Really enjoyed this metaphorical reflection. Yes, chives are quite endearing for me too. I also like to use them to spice up a favourite dish.

Land of shimp said...

Whenever I see your name, I think you it should be proceeded by a "Princess", there's something exotic and distinctly royal about your name. By the way, your picture doesn't exactly dissuade me from this train of thought!

Fun post, and great pictures. May we all be as hardy was weeds, and as beautiful as flowers...at least on the inside. I've got a terrific summer cold at present, so with my swollen red nose, I'd better hope for some inner beauty and elegance :-)

Congratulations on the post of the week mention over at Hilary's blog...and this will be a weird thing to say (something in which I specialize) ...but I know I don't visit often, yet each time I do I cannot help but think what a neat person you are.

Take care.

Daryl said...

Congrats on the POTW mention from Hilary .. you have a great blog!

Donna said...

What a beautiful post, Zuzana. I think chives are lovely. I would have to be sunflower, always looking toward the sun.

Hugs,
Donna

arlee bird said...

I relate to the piquin pepper plant that I have in my back yard. It just appeared in my front yard one and I left it alone cause I liked the way it looked. But then it flourished and I moved it to the back yard where it flourished even more. I don't tend to it and it seems to get by well on its own. Periodically it will blossom with little white flowers and then yield an abundance of spicy little peppers. I like how it gets by fine on its own and doesn't require a lot of care.

Lee
Tossing It Out

Sniffles and Smiles said...

This is a phenomenal post, Zuzana! You have expressed this so beautifully and thoughtfully...I found myself thinking through...trying to figure what plant to compare myself to...and you know, I think it depends on the day and circumstances...but I really like your flowering chives...suits you PERFECTLY!! You are a gem!!! Love you, Janine XOXO

Kat_RN said...

I like it. I don't know what sort I would be, but I think I am a hardy type. One that does well in warm climates. :)
Kat

steviewren said...

Hmmm, I'm not sure what type of plant I'm like. Maybe the zinnia's that come up by my mailbox. They come up year after year. They grow as long as it rains regularly, but dry up once the rain stops.

Kata Wagner Berg said...

What a nice post....feels so "Summer".
I miss Hungarian warm summer and beautiful flowers...

Zuzana said...

Philip, Nessa, Brian, Mahmood, gaelikaa, Lynne, Eternally…, Tony, Hilary, Claudia, Michael, The Bach, Alesa, Sumandebray, sprinkles, Rosezilla, Lulda, tony, ladifi, slommler, Paul, Land of shimp, Daryl, Donna, Lee (welcome), Janine, Kat, Stevie and Kata, thank you all for your wonderful variety of sentiments and opinions about the relation between plants and people. I am so delighted to learn that you enjoyed my take on how we are all connected with this intriguing life form.

Thank you also dear Hilary for the POTW mention, I am so flattered.

I appreciate all your visit and I cherish the fact that you all took the time to let me know that you stopped by.;)

Xoxo,
Zuzana

Jingle said...

http://theonlycin.wordpress.com/2010/06/18/friday-flash-55-words-3/

Thank you for the blogging friendship!

Keera Ann Fox said...

I am what the Swedes call a "dandelion child" (løvetannsbarn). I have survived neglect and abuse in childhood and thrive as an adult.

I am amused and impressed by dandelions: The first crop in spring grow tall, then the first lawnmowing cuts everything down, and the next crop of dandelions grows exactly to the height just below the lawnmower blades. Yellow buttons dot the lawn and advertise, "We survive!".

Zuzana said...

Jingle and Keera, great to see you stopping by.;)) Keera, what a lovely flower to resemble, they are my favorite spring flowers.;)) xoxo