Life in the Garden
It is almost spring and I have once again started to plant flower seeds. Many are from our flowers last year. Some of them have quite a history, connecting us with special people in our lives.
• Today the story of the Pink Poppy. My wife’s mother lives in a retirement community in beautiful Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. A couple of years ago while visiting her mom, my wife met one of the master gardeners at the home. This master gardener was not an employee. This master gardener was a resident, around 90 years old. Her flowerbeds were meticulously groomed. Because she had macular degeneration, her gardening efforts were done more by feel than by sight. We were privileged to receive several types of seeds, one of which was the Pink Poppy. We are certain that pink poppies would not be a part of our gardening except that a master gardener shared her seeds with us.
• The flowerbed near the bird feeders will have delicate pink poppies dancing in the summer breezes. We will take some time to reflect on wonderful master gardeners, particularly those who don’t let aging change their love for the beauty of the earth.
• Today is Thursday. Take some time today to think of some master gardeners who have helped make you the person you are.
A prayer: Through the seed and soon the budding flower, help me to remember and give thanks for people like the master gardener. Amen.
--Ben Keckler
03.17.11
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