Horticultural Visions
Friday, April 25th, 2008Yesterday I was walking on campus when I heard a dry, crackling sound. Then I noticed small tongues of red and orange peeping out of a nearby hedge. The flames rose and the crackling grew louder. The hedge wasn’t large – only about 2 and a half feet high, but the fire leapt up to about four feet. The flames burned a black crater in the middle of one of the bushes that comprised the hedge, and the rest of the bushes seemed poised to burst into flame, too.
“Oh man,” I thought, “a burning bush. Sure, this one bush is being consumed, but the rest of the hedge is fine. Maybe the story will be ‘Andrew and the burning hedge.’” I was pretty proud of myself for seeing the big picture. And it seemed that nobody else had noticed the fire. I alone stood watching the shrubbery blacken and char. “What’s the message here?” I thought to myself. Bit of ash rose into the air, carried up by blurry waves of heat. I wondered if I should remove my sneakers. Would I need to take off my socks, too?
Then suddenly somebody pushed past me with a hurried, “Look out!” and dumped a water cooler over the bush. It went out with a hiss and one final pop. I went to class.