The day came for the meeting with her...Sally, the one who likes the strange and the unusual. Their meeting was far from having personalities of leafy stature:
Ramón, a lemon tree that looked like a victim who had to be asked for forgiveness for all those times when his fruit was plucked.
Palmer, a coconut palm tree that was sad to stop bearing fruit, afraid? maybe, Sally knew that at some time an evil man had threatened to hang big red bows on it so that it would be ashamed and thus it would bear fruit because according to him “that's what it was made for”. .
Lilia, a bougainvillea that did not let go of her memories and when someone took the initiative to take away her old things, Lilia did not hesitate to use her thorns to drive away anyone who wanted to take away her attachments.
Nancy, a funny orange with a sense of shelter, sheltered little coconuts and nuns among its branches, who came to rest.
Abo, a jabuticabo of small stature and wearing big and strong cobwebs in his hair, was Sally's favorite, playful, discreet...gallant.
Sally, as a good hostess, offered delicacies and beverages, such as fertilizers and fresh water. Although there was a joint talk among the whole club about such trivial and pandemic topics, it happened that Sally approached each one of them to tell and consult what was going on in their hearts and minds.
She told Ramón that she felt very sorry for those people who did not know how to be grateful...and it was not that she was a woman who was used to champar, but that she considered that the world was increasingly moving away from a gesture of natural gratitude...as if they were deserving of everything around them.
With Palmer he confessed to feeling freer to let go of the ballast he carried in having to live up to the family standard, “to always achieve success in everything.” .. Sometimes it was good for him to make a mistake, to change the strategy if it wasn't working, or to abandon the plan outright and come up with another plan.
Lilia, attentive and letting her guard down listened as Sally disposed of old toys, unused objects, clothes...memories...good memories of a past that was left behind but that according to her “live in the heart”.
With Nancy he took refuge, rested at her feet and took a cool nap with a random aroma...medicinal and revitalizing.
Abo enjoyed the result of those talks that Sally had with the others; Sally wet her leaves, told him about her plans and confided to him some of the sadness she had been carrying for days, now without so much sorrow, without so much regret; with that silence that only air can break, Abo gave her the peace that Sally always expected from him.
She...she who makes a garden a gathering.
She who is between the sublime and the beautiful.
She delves into personalities, recognizes beauty and is subtle in making us recognize and see the flaws.
She...Sally
Photography by Magnus Jorgensen
Morelos, Mexico (1990) Self-taught photographer. Bachelor in Basic Education, Master in Art Pedagogy by the Centro Morelense de las Artes, specializing in anthropological photography; currently studying for a PhD in Art History at El Colegio de Morelos. Diploma in Art Education Teaching from CENART. Speaker and exhibitor. Human being and mother.