Dana Susan Lehrman
When I retired friends asked me what I would do with all my free time.
”Oh, I don’t know “ I said, “probably just more of the same things I enjoy – reading, theatre, travel, tennis.”
”Why don’t you try something new, try gardening,” one friend suggested, “it’s great physical exercise and surprisingly spiritual. Try planting vegetables.”
We spend weekends in the Connecticut countryside where I could have my own garden plot, but gardening had never seemed appealing.
“It’s not for me,” I insisted, “I’m not an enthusiastic cook, I’m not so spiritual, and anyway I don’t have a green thumb.”
But in fact that perfectly described my son who had even worked on an organic farm. “Take a garden plot, and I’ll help you plant it.”, he promised.
And so that summer we planted tomatoes, beans, eggplant, lettuce, carrots and squash. And I weeded and watered and with great satisfaction I watched my garden grow.
Submitted by: Tabitha G. Kelly
Author of Standing By
There was an unwritten rule that teenage boys do not congregate at the library. At least, not in their free time. Attending a teen event like manhunt or trivia night was a different story; that was allowed.
But to go to the library on your own? And on a Saturday afternoon in the summer, no less?
No. No thirteen-year-old boy did that.
Unless you’re Alex Thomson.