8.19.2010

But then, you were brave.


Today I had some very special time with a very special lady in her 90s.

For awhile, we talked about gardening.
She loves to hear the updates on my first garden.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that the garden is over and it might have poisoned me.

Instead, I told her a happy update about the church council's recent decision to grow a garden next spring. And I told her about the fresh garden produce table that will be out every Sunday (starting this week) for people to exchange veggies. She was elated. This lovely lady is the one who first talked to me about gardening last winter. I got to hear all kinds of wonderful stories about the huge garden she grew out on the farm. Every word she speaks and smile she smiles inspires me. She exudes authenticity.

Today she said: "Are you going to learn to can?"

I said: "I'm not sure. I'm a little scared."

She said: "Do you remember how scared you were about gardening? But then, you were brave. And you did it."

It was a the kind of visit that left me thinking: "God, thank you, thank you, thank you for this job."

As I was leaving, she said: "I'll be thinking of you today. Out working in your garden."
I said: "And I will be thinking of you." And I have been - all day.

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