There are so many plants in the garden. Each one is different. Their destinies are different. And the way I relate to them is different as well.
Some turn into lifelong friendships or even love. They are always in plain sight. Their portraits often appear in the family and garden albums. Sometimes things go wrong with them too. We argue or even part ways, but only for a while. In the end, I cannot stay away from them and I cannot live without them.
Others appear on their own, uninvited and aimless. Some you tolerate, make use of or even find charming. But there are some that are aggressive and harmful and you have to struggle with them.
There are also the ones you once brought and planted, only to deeply regret later. They turned out to be hostile and difficult. You try to remove them, but they will not go. You send them out the door and they return through the window.
Then there are those you planted once, but over time your feelings or interest faded. Yet they stay quietly, like guests who do not disturb anyone. They survive and even multiply on their own. In a way, that feels touching.
And there is also a long list of short-lived infatuations. The ones you invited and planted out of curiosity. It did not work out and you no longer wanted to continue. They stayed for a while and then moved on. Now they live only in the memory book and in a few old photo archives.
