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.
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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. |