Old-fashioned Garden

It’s a beautifully maintained Victorian. I pass it on the way to the library, or on my way to pretty much anywhere downtown. There are magnolias, camellias, and Angel’s Trumpet at the moment, all kind of overgrown and mysterious.
 I had a zoom class with a doctor about osteoporosis this morning, and then went directly to my real life discussion group on aging.We talked about forgiveness. I’m not good at thinking on my feet, so it was hard to come up with anecdotes about what I was holding on to, who had wronged me, who I had wronged. We were to write some, talk with a partner for a bit, and then let things go. Oh boy. There were the usual folks who experienced joy and light, but I felt I was making things up in order to be part of the group. I felt I was shortchanging the woman who had ended up with me as a partner. I felt in need of forgiveness. The whole thing reminded me of that old tv show, Queen For a Day, where women would compete for who had the most pathetic life. The winner would get a new washing machine. Please tell me I am not remembering this correctly.