I visited Mottisfont Abbey yesterday, with it’s famous rose garden. It was a perfect day for it, with the sun out and not too many other visitors. What i enjoyed the most though was overhearing two of the gardeners talking about the black spot.
I’m a decidedly amateur gardener, but i do enjoy it. My history with roses is chequered though: they tend to thrive or die rapidly. But my favourite climber (historically a thriver) has black spot. The gardeners were describing how many of their own roses were suffering, due to the early rain and now dry patch.
Whilst i did not talk to them directly, i felt greatly encouraged: it was no longer my fault. Nothing that i had done wrong. It was the weather. The system. I was absolved.
How often do you find that ‘blame’, ‘fault’ or ‘worry’ sits with you, or how does it pass to the system?
Use your sixty seconds today to consider this: when do you feel relieved (or guilty), and it is always healthy?
Passing the blame to the weather is a fairly legitimate excuse for my roses. But what about when we just blame ‘culture’ or ‘others’. Is that equally fair?
Is the easiest path always the best?
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