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The Will of 1 Lone Petunia

Sometimes, something hits you that makes an impact. In my case it’s this picture I took Aug.22, 2019 of this petunia growing through the cracks of cobblestone and amongst the filth of Port Credit, Ontario.This is where I live.  Supposedly it’s supposed to be the pride of Mississauga, “The Village by the Lake”, touts itself as “Always on, Always Electric”, with a bustling business and a cultural district.  Well I beg to differ.  The filth on the streets is shameful.  Just ask this Petunia growing amongst garbage.  The poor little thing, it’s so beautiful and vibrant.   The little dirt it has to grow in is between the cracks of the pavement.  It’s amongst cigarette butts, bottle caps, half-eaten food, and it’s only inches away from the spanking brand new garbage containers the city spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to place there.  Does it help, well look at the pictures, I think not.  I feel like digging it up, like someone else I know who did this to a “plant” that made an impression.

 

Picture This:

Coach of the Boston Bruins and his star defenseman Mike Milbury drove into Boston everyday together for practices and games. They always commented about this lone tall weed growing through the cement by the guardrails in the middle of Highway Route 1. They admired it’s tenacity, will to live, and to thrive under harsh conditions.  They watched it grow and grew fond of it.  One day they saw the public works people cleaning up the highway’s garbage and they knew their weed was doomed.  They believed their weed deserved a better fate. Believe me, this highway is like no other.  The traffic is going very fast, yet it has driveways to get into restaurants and stores directly from it.  No buffer and not for the faint of heart drivers. They risked their lives to save this plant.  Happily, they got it home and Dad planted it in my mother’s well-manicured garden where he thought it would be happy and thrive. However, this story does not have a happy ending.  My mother, not knowing about Dad’s weed, (I think), pulled it out and into the garbage it went.  I remember my Father saying, no matter how strong anything is, it’s no match for Rose.  No truer words said.

 

For those of you who have never heard the song, check out one of my favorite clips from the old TV show 6 Feet Under. (Don’t know what that is in meters, and yes I have sung this song).  It’s relative to many things.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPcrwSEdj7Y

For those of you who wonder about the whole song’s lyrics, here they are:

That I have ever heard

The saddest is the story

Told me by a bird

He had spent about and hour

Chatting with a flower

and here ís the tale the flower told

 

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,

an onion patch, an onion patch

 

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch

and all I do is cry all day

 

Boo hoo, boo hoo

 

The air ís so strong it takes my breath away

 

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,

oh won’t you come and play with me

 

 

Who put me in this bed?

I’ll bet his face is red

I call him down with every teardrop that I shed

If I only had him here

I’d take him by the ear

And make him share my misery

 

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,

an onion patch, an onion patch

 

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch

and all I do is cry all day

 

Boo hoo, boo hoo

 

The air ís so strong it takes my breath away

 

(Feee-you!)

 

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,

oh won’t you come and play with me

Coach & player 35 years  later, both survivors in this game of hockey.  For those of you not familiar with Mike Milbury, watch this clip of one of his finer moments playing for Dad’s  Big Bad Bruins: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsEXqCXycRA

 

The streets of Port Credit, Ontario.  Where the shop owners have no idea what a “broom” is.

Unfortunately, my mother never saw this poster.

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