the gentle arc of everything

 

This plant is potted outside, and near the side of my house. Where the leaves touch the house they die.  If you didn't want the leaves to die, you'd think that you should move the plant.  You wouldn't think to leave the plant where it is and move the house, because that would be a far less likely and reasonable solution. I am glad the leaves died where they touched the house.  I want to remember this summer. I want those dead leaf ends to be a long, cold, winter reminder of the summer I put the plant outside against the house.  A reminder of this fall evening when I took this photo, accepted defeat, and thought about the summer I should have moved the house.  I was wrong to say I am glad; I am so sorry I let this happen.  Why are the leaf ends dying?  Why did I wait so long to take action?  Where did the summer go?  Where did the year go?  Why haven't I made other changes in my life? Even the long, cold, winter will soon pass. Another chance to either accept defeat, claim victory, or declare a truce, from identical evidence.  Now that I have had some time to really digest this issue, and my life, the problem - the root of the problem - is clearly the photograph itself. Without the photograph, there is no problem.  Really, the photograph is the problem - but I am going to leave it on the blog so you can arrive at the same conclusion, and we can agree, and be happier - together.  As long as we agree.  And don't talk about it.  Okay? Tick a lock.