I hustanden følges serien «Orange is the New Black» (ikke av meg riktignok), og i går ble jeg gjort oppmerksom på en fantastisk opplesning av et utdrag fra Anne Lamotts Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life. Her brukes hage som en metafor for menneskeheten, og jeg synes det var så vakkert; sånn er haging – og sånn er livet!

The garden is one of the two great metaphors for humanity.
The garden is about life and beauty and the impermanence of all living things.
The garden is about feeding your children, providing food for the tribe.
It’s part of an urgent territorial drive that we can probably trace back to animals storing food.
It’s a competitive display mechanism, like having a prize bull, this greed for the best tomatoes and English tea roses.
It’s about winning; about providing society with superior things; and about proving that you have taste, and good values, and you work hard.
And what a wonderful relief, every so often, to know who the enemy is.
Because in the garden, the enemy is everything: the aphids, the weather, time.
And so you pour yourself into it, care so much, and see up close so much birth, and growth, and beauty, and danger, and triumph.
And then everything dies anyway, right?
But you just keep doing it.