Yesterday was again gorgeous, and when I got home from work I sat out on the porch in the sun, enjoying my garden and my silly dog. I have been in the mood to paint and the day before I had prepped my canvas, so I took it outside and started to paint. It was exactly how I wanted to spend the day. It started to cool, so I watered the garden, pulled some weeds, then brought my painting inside to work some more. I finally finished it at about 10:30 and hung it on the wall. It was very satisfying.
Indeed, as I learned, there were on the planet where the little prince lived--as on all planets--good plants and bad plants. In consequence, there were good seeds from good plants, and bad seeds from bad plants. But seeds are invisible. They sleep deep in the heart of the earth's darkness, until some one among them is seized with the desire to awaken. Then this little seed will stretch itself and begin--timidly at first--to push a charming little sprig inoffensively upward toward the sun. If it is only a sprout of radish or the sprig of a rose-bush, one would let it grow wherever it might wish. But when it is a bad plant, one must destroy it as soon as possible, the very first instant that one recognizes it.
"I knew a planet that was inhabited by a lazy man. He neglected three little bushes . . ."