I can totally accept that there are times when I am irrelevant. But it's also nice to be reminded that the work I do is necessary.
The other evening DH and I were puttering in the yard. He was watering the 480 annuals I planted last week when a middle-aged man who was strolling down our street, paused, stared, and then yelled, "They'll never grow!" My husband was a bit taken aback at the force of this unsolicited opinion, and unsure exactly how to respond chuckled politely and said, "I beg your pardon?" "They'll NEVER grow," the stranger repeated emphatically. Then he put his head down and hurried on his journey. DH and I shrugged at each other and went back to work.
Now I realize that winter was long and cold this year, and that spring has been late to arrive to these parts. In fact, some parts in the metro area had frost as late as last week. So maybe my investment in annuals was a bit ambitious this year. But still...to yell at a stranger like that?
I can only assume that some how, in some way, this poor man has recently been missing out on the great joys of living. Perhaps he has lost a loved one, or received an unwelcome diagnosis. On the other hand, it's possible he thought he was being helpful. Perhaps he's a master gardener and he saw us doing something wrong and thought he was helping us out with his dire prophesies. Or maybe he's just a poor old crank who never had the chance to do good work and be appreciated for it. Maybe no one ever taught him that one of the most predictable roads to happiness is to a) develop your talents; and b) use them to make a contribution to others.
Either way, clearly he needs encouragement. I better get busy!