Here — in the dreary winter of Covid-19 — I’ve decided to quit listening to the news, the pundits, the experts, social media mavens and those lower-than-low-life influencers. From here on, I’m taking my life strategy — from parsley. No, I haven’t become a Lockdown Loonie. Nor have I gone mutant Dr. Doolittle and started talking to the vegetables. But I’m telling ya for a fact that parsley says all there needs to be said about how to live life in these troubled times.
First of all, you need a little background. We live in a large urban area, but my wife is originally from cattle country. (Where she’s from, they eat steak for dessert.) Unfortunately, the only wide-open space we have is a medium-sized balcony/deck. But rather than bitch about the lack of “land, lots of land, ‘neath the starry skies above,” every year, my wife rounds up a bunch of pots and creates a herb ranch – the “parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme” variety. We eat like medieval kings, and she gets to channel her inner Jesse Chisholm.
Okay, so today, after what seems like a lifetime of gloom with an extra portion of doom thrown in, I was looking around for something to satisfy my optimistic soul. Good luck with that! Anyway, by pure chance, I noticed the parsley. It’s been sitting there on the deck, in its pot, nice boy, since last spring. It’s part of the landscape — like the rosebush, the patio table and that gate slat I haven’t fixed (OMG, has it been 2 years?). But – here’s the deal — it isn’t supposed to be there. It’s winter: parsley dies in the winter. And in Canada, we do winter like nowhere else on this planet. Think Siberia, and drop the temperature by 10 degrees. Our polar bears get frostbite, for God’s sake. There are parts of this country that are colder than Mars. (That’s true, BTW.) Even here in Vangroovy (the garden spot of the Great White North) our below zero can be double digits. So, what the hell was the parsley doing there?
They say a good leader always leads by example, and what better example of straight in-your-face badass is a plant whose lifespan is April to September, still green as moldy cheese, in the middle of winter? Even Vin Diesel isn’t that tough. This little guy is defying the laws of Mother Nature, Father Time and Old Man Winter — just by being there. Whether his purpose in the world is getting chopped up for soup, sprinkled on mashed potatoes or used as a decorative garnish to be thrown away without another thought — he’s doin’ it. He’s doin’ it every day — without fail — to the best of his ability. Without fanfare or flourish, that parsley plant is telling the universe “I’m still standing.” And in these dismal dark days, that’s pretty damn good advice.