Small Decorative Plant To Be Watered No Matter What Happens

“And so our watch is all but over. Who knows what comes tomorrow but at least and at last the final reckoning is upon us. It is choosing time and there’s no escape,” writes Alex Massie, a Scottish person, in the Spectator, referring to the upcoming vote on his nation’s independence in a genuine and not-at-all strained tone. “There will be a deep sadness in many places if Scotland votes Yes and, in other parts, some raging disbelief if she votes No,” he continues, establishing his high vantage point on this complicated and emotional situation. “This may be a wee country but the matter of Scotland is nothing small,” he observes, in a way that is absolutely not emblematic of a pervasive tendency of not just English people but quite a few Scottish people to infantilize both Scotland and its residents, which is too predictable to really be felt as offensive anymore. “To hate [our neighbors] is in some sense to deny a part of ourselves,” he hedges, in a wise and considered way, regarding a fairly straightforward statement that no living human would passionately disagree with. “In that respect we really are all in it together. Today, tomorrow and Friday too. Come what may. Be not afraid. It is, probably, going to be fine. The little white rose of Scotland, so small and sharp and sweet, will still bloom,” he concludes, his eyebrows possibly raised to project a look that signifies thoughtfulness and tenderness, his mouth possibly pressed into a gentle, sympathetic frown.