If you went out the front door onto Uncle Earl’s front porch and looked to the right, in front of the porch and about six feet away, Grandma had a nice rose bush. It was the vine type, and was on a frame. Mama really like those roses, so Grandma gave her a “cutting.” I was fascinated with that project. The idea was that if you stuck the end of the cutting from the rose bush down in the ground, and kept it watered, it would sprout roots. From that, you could generate a new rose bush. At four or five years of age, I was totally engrossed with the project. Mama faithfully set it in the ground at the Little House. I would go and look every day, to see if it were growing. Of course, I really couldn’t tell whether it was growing roots or not. I would ask Mama every day, and she we tell me that we would just have to wait and see.
But I really wanted to know about those roots. This was after we got a telephone, and Mama was talking on the telephone one day when I got curious about the roots on the rose cutting. I inspected it, but still couldn’t see anything. I tried to get Mama’s attention, but she was talking fpor a long time, it seemed to me! I got so anxious to find out that I just pulled the cutting up. It had roots, alright, but of course that was the end of the rose cutting project.
A great lesson for life. Some of the most sensitive, important things are destroyed if we insist on examining them too closely. If we examine the roots, we kill the plant!
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