This is Confusing: Does Reality Even Exist Anymore?
We are running out of time.
The trouble with the roses is that they are underappreciated. No one seems to notice them.
The roses have lived at the end of my garden for over twenty-five years, but they have never been so neglected.
“I’m sure they don’t care,” said my wife when I pointed this out to her. “Perhaps, they are glad to be left alone.”
Ten years ago, it was very different. Passers-by would frequently comment on them. Everyone had an opinion. Mostly negative, but still. Better than not being noticed at all.
“It looks like it’s time to replace them.”
“I think they are about to die.”
“Nothing last forever.”
I refused to give up hope and promised myself to treat them better. And sure enough, with a little more care, some water, and natural fertilizer, they soon returned to their full glory again.
Despite their age, the roses now look more beautiful than ever. That much is evident to anyone paying the slightest attention. And the scent has never been more uplifting. The roses are a feast for the many bees in the area, and that’s undoubtedly a good thing.
And yet.