Teeninetsy, meaning the smallest insignificant measure...this word (?) has been tickling my imagination for the last week. It crept in when I noticed an itty bitty rose standing defiantly on the east side of our house; the bud no larger than my thumbnail.
Each Spring, rose bushes rise high from the shady place they were planted by a previous owner. Stretching toward the sunshine, the roses grow tall and unruly just outside my kitchen window.
I look forward to late Summer when tenacious vines twist and climb up the rose branches. Their lovely periwinkle faces greet me when I make coffee each morning. I adore them...but not this year.
First the hopeful rose bushes and then the baby morning glory vines were repeatedly mowed over by a careless lawn guy. Then the foundation work was done on that side of the house and plants were replaced by steel piers driven deep into the earth. Well, maybe next year, I said to myself.
The rose wouldn't be denied, roses are stubborn that way. Inspired by the rose I bet, a single morning glory vine escaped the scraggly fence line and snuck under a 2 foot wide cracked sidewalk all by herself, seizing the last chance to bloom before the seasons changed.
Teeninetsy changed a landscape and my perspective. And now I honored the sneaky word by taking a small step back into my creativity.
Metaphor, analogy, whatever...I get the hint Universe, thank you.
Rose Marie B