I spent some time outside our community centre this morning, watering our trees and picking up the endless trash that this community just loves to drop wherever...the wherever being around my trees which between the heat and the trash are struggling to survive.
Dr Happy turned up, in his usual happy mood. " Binti Yakub" he chided me, " You are watering the trees at the wrong time of day" . " I know Doc Happy, but the watering can't wait, they are thirsty for water and I need to water them now. "
Little did I know, that while I was busy watering the cracked, dry soil outside our rainbow colored gates, Sheikh Khalid had taken the inside hosepipe and was busy sprinkling the kids with drops of refreshing water. It was a good day for watering. The perfect time for watering.
Sometimes you just have to water according to the need and not according to the laws of gardening. I suppose the correct word would be horticulture. I look around today at our Kids in War. They are our orchard. Some are still surrounded by garbage that seeks to choke them. So I clear the garbage even in the heat and focus on the water spirting out from the hose.
Some of our kids are kind of stumpy. We planted them, watered them but they withered and dried up. We had to show tough love and cut off some branches, branches of violence, branches of mockery, branches of bad speech...and slowly slowly healthy new leaves full of promise are growing. Water hose in one hand, pruning shears in the other.