Yesterday, as I was taking a walk, I ran across this lady out working in her garden. I complimented her on her work and she told me that when she retired, she told everyone that her objective in life from now on would be to have a weed free garden, but that she wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
I jumped at the chance 🙂 “I haven’t had a chance to play in the dirt for months.”, I told her. “Can I help?”
She totally understood my desire and graciously set me up with a tub to throw weeds into! been a long time since I’ve had dirt packed around my nails 🙂
As we worked, Barb told me about her life. She and her husband owned a ranch outside of town until he had some health problems and was unable to continue. So they moved into town.
She worked at the school for a while and then at social services, but neither were her calling. Then she got to know the editor of the town newspaper and wound up owning it. She was the first in the area to use colored ink, and the first to go digital. She ran it until a few years ago and now lives to play in the dirt 🙂
She also told me that her husband had worked the harvest when he was a kid. Back then, there weren’t any campers. The guys brought sleeping bags and just found places to sleep. She said one time they actually stayed in a newly constructed chicken house! I love hearing this kind of history 🙂
She gave me a bunch of rhubarb and several cucumbers. The guys will really enjoy them. I see some pies and cakes in the future!
~God Bless You All!