- Sat Feb 28, 2015 6:16 pm
The crone barked a laugh that scared her cats. The three went wide eyed and laid their ears back, but quickly resumed cuddling and eating. Hilda shoved the orange tom off her lap and toddled a few steps into the grass. There, she cast about and found what she was looking for: one of the first clover of spring. A gentle tug had the thing up by its roots. She came back and sat again, graciously accepting the cat back into her lap.
"Here we go lad..a flower Seeing for you. The roots tell the past, the stem and leaves the present, the flower holds the future. Simple enough in theory."
She squinted at the plant. While she had told him it was a simple thing, the truth was that plants held a vast amount of potential. They grew through and weathered storms literal and metaphorical. The roots of this clover, for example...a branching slay that led to a tangle...two threads came out of that and one was broken sharply. Not a good sign, but that was the past. The stem and leaves told a similar story...this plant had a tin stalk but only one flowered. The other ended in a bud and a splay of leaves. Bugs had chewed some of the trefoils. The white pink flower...there was his question.
She drew it close and smelled it, observed it, poked and prodded the blossom. Clover, like the future, had lots of little pieces. Not all of it had meaning. Finally she sat back, ready to reveal what she had learned. She pointed to each of the parts she referenced.
"A tangled past...two threads possibly connected, one ending in obvious tragedy...but where one part of the plant is hurt, the whole is damaged. It comes up here, two stalks, two present realities...perhaps even a duplicitous life? But look, only one bears a future, the other feeds that future. It's nipped at, so the subject is hounded, cautious, canny...a survivor, most like. Remember that root...we see survival there too...the other stalk has the bloom and look at it...near perfect in its color and plumpness...a fortuitous and successful story. But..." She blew gently on the flower and several petals flew away.
"Oh so fragile. The problem you have, sir, is a long story. The people involved lie to each other frequently. And, what looks like success can easily be unraveled, or at least, it can be influenced. Does that bring up more questions than answers for you?"
The crone gave her client a sly grin, revealing that her seeing wasn't useful on the surface. She had an idea what it meant. Probably, she surmised, entangled in the man's fortunes that she'd be seeing tonight.