After the briefest of pauses, a student raised his hand and said, "Irony is like a 98-year-old man who won the lottery and died the next day."
"Excellent!" said the teacher.
Another hand quickly went up: "It's like a free ride when you've already paid."
"Another good example," replied the teacher.
More students chimed in: "Like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife." "Rain on your wedding day." "A death row pardon two minutes too late." "A fly in your Chardonnay."
A few giggles ensued after the last comment, which the teacher did think was a rather strange example from a high school student. But she was pleased--to come up with such creative examples of ironic situations so quickly showed just how bright this class was, she thought. The teacher, happy with such a lively discussion, continued on with her lesson plan, misinterpreting the smiles of the students who seemed to share a secret joke.
Of course, that teacher was me, and among the students was my older daughter. When she arrived home from school that evening, she took me by the hand and said, "Come on, Mom, I want you to listen to something." I was busy getting dinner ready and didn't really want to get distracted, but when a teenager wants to talk to you, you know you need to make the time. She led me into her room and put on a CD . . . Alanis Morissette's "Ironic."
Ah, yes, it all made sense....another case of the generation gap and why it's a good idea for high school teachers to at least try to keep up with current teenage culture:)
I've been thinking about those lyrics a lot lately. In this time of transition in the garden--post-tulip and spring bulb extravaganza--isn't it ironic that I can't seem to find the time to enjoy the few blooms I have? I wasn't happy with the quality of this photo of the 'Purple Sensation' alliums in the arbor bed.
But when I finally took the time to try to get a better photo this week, this is what they looked like.
After waiting all winter for something pretty to show on this blog, I also find it ironic that I haven't had much time to post and show off these pretties lately. This iris, a passalong from my aunt, bloomed and faded without so much as a "Hello, Gorgeous!"
And isn't it ironic that after a few unsuccessful attempts to grow nicotania, I seem to be overrun with it this year? I've been hoeing out more potential flowers in the arbor bed this year than weeds!
Maybe this example is not so much irony as pure dumb luck--I've never had much luck with winter seed sowing, but one of the my few successes is this star of the shade garden at the moment. Aquilegia 'Rocky Mountain Blue' was started from seed a few years ago.
It's also a bit strange that in this second week of May when normally my back porch would be covered with annuals after several plant-buying frenzies, I have only a few perennials from local plant sales . . . and pots of the nicotania to share. You see, I don't want to have to worry about who is going to water them for a week.
That brings me to the biggest irony of all: in little over a week, gardening enthusiasts from all over the country will be congregating in Asheville, North Carolina. They are all garden bloggers, and yet lately I haven't had time to read blogs. Instead of reading about your garden or posting about mine, I've been busy making to-do lists and crossing things off, getting necessary garden work finished, and trying to decide what to pack. When I do sit down at the computer, it's to run off maps or check the flurry of emails from my two travel mates, Lisa and Beckie. I'm sooo excited but also a bit frazzled-- I wish there were more hours in the day to get everything done I want to do. I have to remind myself, though, that there will be time enough when I return: time to catch up with my blogging friends, time to buy plants for all my containers, and time to finish weeding and edging the garden (again!).
It's all so ironic, but one thing I'm not going to worry about . . . since I seldom drink, there won't be any "flies in my Chardonnay":)