On my first day in Villa Obregon this year, I took Jiggs for a walk on the street where I live. (As far as I know, neither Lerner nor Lowe were there.)
Everything was new. And seemed a bit exotic to me.
But I still remember this bougainvillea bush -- just four doors down from my house.
It was hardly the biggest bougainvillea that I have seen. Nor were the colors unusual.
But there was something about the way it had been trained to arch over the sidewalk and the three different color of flowers that perfectly complemented one another. Someone had given a good deal of love to this bush.
For almost five months I have meant to post something about it.
And today is the day. As Jiggs and I were walking along, each a bit dazed by the heat, I failed to pay attention to one important fact.
Though I will never be picked first in the selection of basketball teams, I must be a bit taller than the people who usually walk under this flowering arch. Because I was suddenly reminded of a simple botanical fact.
The bougainvillea has beautiful flowers. But like many things of beauty, it comes armed. In this case with nasty long thorns.
If I had been walking a bit faster, I could have completed the first step in successful brain surgery. As it was, I simply got a nice little gash.
And it was a fair exchange. Where else in life can you get five months of unalloyed pleasure for a brief pang?
Everything was new. And seemed a bit exotic to me.
But I still remember this bougainvillea bush -- just four doors down from my house.
It was hardly the biggest bougainvillea that I have seen. Nor were the colors unusual.
But there was something about the way it had been trained to arch over the sidewalk and the three different color of flowers that perfectly complemented one another. Someone had given a good deal of love to this bush.
For almost five months I have meant to post something about it.
And today is the day. As Jiggs and I were walking along, each a bit dazed by the heat, I failed to pay attention to one important fact.
Though I will never be picked first in the selection of basketball teams, I must be a bit taller than the people who usually walk under this flowering arch. Because I was suddenly reminded of a simple botanical fact.
The bougainvillea has beautiful flowers. But like many things of beauty, it comes armed. In this case with nasty long thorns.
If I had been walking a bit faster, I could have completed the first step in successful brain surgery. As it was, I simply got a nice little gash.
And it was a fair exchange. Where else in life can you get five months of unalloyed pleasure for a brief pang?
