On a walk one day with the Sayer of Nay

I’ve spoken many times over many years to my Sayer of Nay. I never invite the conversations, but I’m nevertheless compelled to participate. That day, we walked through the garden on a particularly bright spring day. 


“The flowers on this plant look magnificent in the sunlight.”


The Sayer of Nay replied, “that may be, but the petals create a mess to clean and the fruit really could be sweeter.” 


“Yes, I suppose, but the wind is cool and brisk today. Maybe it will blow away any mess the flowers make?” 


“I don’t like the wind. It makes noise in my ears,” hissed the Sayer of Nay. 


“Maybe the wind is speaking wisdom you can’t  yet understand.” 


The Sayer of Nay became quiet as my thoughts strayed and I carried on with the rest of my day.