That year I discovered the virtues of plants as companions: they don't argue, they don't ask for much, they don't stay out until 3:00 A.M., then lie to you about where they've been....
I can't summon the ambition to repot this grape ivy, of this sad old cactus, or even to move them out onto the porch for the summer, where their lives would certainly improve. I give them a grudging dash of water ?that's all they get. I wonder if they suspect
| that like Hamlet I rehearse murder all hours of the day and night, considering the town dump and compost pile as possible graves....
The truth is that if I permit them to live, they will go on giving alms to the poor: sweet air, miraculous flowers, the example of persistence |