How a friend tended my spirit as she taught me about gardening.
I say I’m a self-taught gardener, but that is incorrect. I first fell in love with gardening when visiting a neighbor’s garden. My friend Glennis gave me my first gardening lessons.
Seemingly a strong independent person, the truth is I was an injured bird, not raised but grown up in poverty. I hid a deep reservoir of pain from abandonment and various tortures. Having no interest in pity for myself, I kept busy and found joy in my child and the things I could learn and do.
But injured birds are fragile.
It was over 50 years ago. I hadn’t…
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TALES FROM THE TENT
And where did you say carrots come from?
“You have a tent in your house!”
“That’s not all she has. Look at the wall. She painted a woodland scene,” said Squirrel.
“Not on the wall, Squirrel. On a canvas hanging on the wall.” Chris tapped at the thick canvas attached to a wooden rod hung over a window. “That’s cool.”
“On the wall. On canvas, what difference does it make?”
“Oh, close the gaping orifice, which lies below your proboscis, Squirrel.”
“Come on. What to play Minecraft? Look grandma let me put this hole in the tent so I can plug things in. …
