REFLECTIONS (updated every Wednesday)

by Steve Liddick

I’ve heard that to become an expert at anything you have to practice it 10,000 times. Ted Williams said it took him that many times swinging at a baseball coming at him at 90-plus miles-per-hour to become the hitter he became. I’m sure it applies equally to basketball shots, golf swings and putts—just about every endeavor that requires us to lock an activity solidly in place.

The only area where I think that logic has failed on a personal level is my lack of competence at gardening—weeds aside. When it comes to growing weeds, I am in a class by myself.

After at least 10,000 attempts at growing flowers and vegetables, I have become an expert at killing them. If it were a felony I would probably be charged with flora-cide. I’m told that I have a black thumb. That is the opposite of a green thumb, which implies competence at making things grow. It has been suggested that I should probably buy my starter plants already dead to eliminate the middle step.

A friend of ours comes to visit about once a year. The woman can walk past a wilted plant and it jumps to attention. She can say hello to a philodendron and it explodes from the pot. I have watched her closely and can’t figure how she works her magic.

I’ve read all the books and taken the suggestions about soil preparation, plant food, watering—every aspect of keeping things alive. I have been an attentive gardener. I even talk to plants. Please don’t spread that around, half the people I know already think I’m nuts and the other half knows it for sure.

So you can imagine my surprise when a rose I ripped out of the ground at one place and jammed it into the soil at another, adding no nutrients and giving it only enough water to get it started. To my flabbergastment  it has begun to sprout greenery instead of brownery. I cannot recall that ever happening before. Is it possible that I have reached a 10,000 failure level and have transitioned to success?

I have a theory. Instead of lovingly caring for a plant as I usually do, I took no special care and it is going just fine. Was disgraced former Vice President Spiro Agnew right, that “benign neglect” is the way to go? He wasn’t talking about plants, but it apparently applies.

It is very possible that I have been loving my plants to death?


Books by Steve Liddick:

Steve LiddickAuthor of “All That Time,” “Old Heroes,” “Prime Time Crime,” “Sky Warriors,” “But First This Message: A Quirky Journey in Broadcasting,” “A Family Restaurant is No Place for Children,” “Campsite Gourmet: Fine Dining on the Trail and on the Road,” and “Eat Cheap: A Cookbook and Guide To Stretching Your Food Budget Dollars.”







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