Are you a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch?

I hate onions.

There.  I said it.  I have faced years of ridicule in my family for hating onions, especially as deeply as I do, yet I have endured.

I remember a cute little song from my mom’s childhood about the sheer odiousness of onions.   You can give a listen here,

Here are the lyrics:

Of all the saddest words

That I have ever heard

The saddest is the story told me by a bird

He had spent about an hour

Chatting with a flower

And here is the tale the flower told:

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion path

An onion patch, an onion patch

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch

And all I do is cry all day.

Boo hoo boo hoo

The air is so strong it takes my breath away

I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch

Oh won’t you come and play with me?

But an Onion Patch??

I remember thinking that being a petunia in an onion patch would be a horrendous fate.  Onions!  Oh, they would take my breath away!  YIKES!

Yet, that song came back to my mind when I was working the day job and squeezing my coaching and teaching down to evenings and weekends.  Here I was, giving the best part of my day and a good deal of my creativity in exchange for a wage, when at the same time I was surrounded by people who mostly didn’t understand what I was about.

At all.

I was a lonely little petunia in an onion patch.

I wanted to blossom and be purple, and they wanted to stay rooted in tradition and be beige. I knew I needed a different garden.

Prepare to leap

But before I could make the leap, I made sure that my drive to create had a way to express itself.  Yes, rebuilding my coaching practice certainly tapped into my creativity, but I wanted time to lose myself in the creative process.  I made sure I had a studio to go home to after a day spent in linear time.

And I stretched myself.  It was during the pre-jumping-off years that I drove across the country to attend an Irish Lace crochet class from a master from Clones, Ireland.  I designed and crocheted a 5’ valance that contains symbols important to my family.   And I wrote a book and workbook to support a coaching program I designed.

I think finding my creative voice made taking the leap into self-employment at the end of 2015 softer.  I already knew what soothed me and what would challenge me.  I already knew where my studio was.

Are you a petunia, like me?  Or an onion thriving in the patch with all the other onions?

These questions might give you a clue:

  • Are you sitting at work designing something else in your head?
  • Do you wonder if the color of that person’s shirt is the exact same color as the polished stone you’re using in a piece of jewelry?
  • Did the boring Muzak song in the elevator just leave a riff in your head that maybe you could use…?
  • Wait, what did that guy say? That would be the perfect dialog for the main character in my mystery novel…


You’re a petunia.

Are you planted in an onion patch or a flower garden of your peers?  Where do you want to make your garden bed?  Autumn is a good time to be thinking about these things.  It’s time for the harvest and time for recognizing where you’ve been.

And, it’s time to decide where you want to be planted next year.

1 Reply to "Are you a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch?"

  • Jodi
    July 10, 2019 (3:17 am)

    Thanks love

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