I am spending a lot of time at my late mother’s house, sorting things out, wondering why she had so much asafoetida and thinking about the past. Every time I’m there, my sister asks me to water the garden, and I never do. Then she says: “Please, just do the window boxes, otherwise the plants will die,” and I still don’t. “I may come and take the potted plants away, or you could take some, if you want to kill them in your own house?”, she says, and still I ignore her, because I don’t know anything about gardening. So it follows that, being my sibling, she doesn’t either. No amount of evidence to the contrary – her own, frankly magnificent garden – can convince me otherwise.
This is a two-way street. She is a fashion designer and exquisite draughtsperson – which I, also, after many decades, have yet to wrap my head around – but she can’t drive, and if ever she is a passenger when I’m driving, she is on red alert, pointing out things – mainly other cars, pedestrians, trees – as if, without her intervention, I would plough straight into them. Our brother is a skilled decorator and, when he uses words such as “primer” and “dust sheet”, I can’t help looking at him as if a cat is talking. He is a photographer by profession, and, even if we point the same phone at the same object, he creates images that are unfathomably deeper and more pleasing than mine. I look on this not so much as a knowledge base he has that I don’t, and more like an act of hocus-pocus. My other brother is a maths teacher, my other sister is a physicist, and I cannot describe how fanciful I find it that they may really be doing these jobs. Obviously, I have to pretend to believe it. I don’t even know whether you get wired in childhood to think all knowledge is equally distributed because otherwise it isn’t fair, or that every fine difference in skillset is just a question of whoever is younger catching up. But no amount of adulthood can overturn it.
Anyway, I couldn’t help but notice that, after it rained, the garden looked amazing. It’s possible my sister is right on this one thing.
