President: Do you agree with Ben, or do you think we can stimulate growth through temporary incentives?
Chance: As long as the roots are not severed all is well. And all will be well in the garden.
President: In the garden?
Chance: Yes. In a garden, growth has its season. First comes spring and summer but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again.
President: Spring and summer?
President: And fall and winter?
Ben: I think what our insightful young friend is saying is that we welcome the inevitable seasons of nature but we’re upset by the seasons of our economy
Chance: Yes. There will be growth in the spring. …I like to watch the young plants grow. Young plants do much better if a person helps them. …A garden needs a lot of care and a lot of love. And if you give your garden a lot of love, things grow. But first, some things must wither. Some trees die…[from Being There, Jerzy Kosinski]
‘Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions, Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes, to give sigh for sigh.
I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep though with them.
Thus kindly I scatter. They leaves o’er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden, Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow, When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle, The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit, This bleak world alone?[The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore]
Soon to wither apples.