Was It a Miracle, Serendipity, or Synchronicity?

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Springtime

March 31, 2012

This morning, I felt compelled to step outside as spring frolicked in our back yard. Birds sang, and butterflies fluttered. I started to walk around the perimeter, but I spotted a weed. Truthfully, I’d seen it before, but I procrastinated plucking it from the damp earth. It lifted easily and then, I saw another one, and another. I ended up pulling most of the weeds. When I got back to the tiny jungle under the eaves that we call the shade garden, I noted that it was so lush with growth it could easily supply a new area. I thought about thinning and transplanting right then, but knew that would cost a whole day’s energy and I had other things to do, so maybe another day, better yet, someday, when Harold calls, we’d have a job for him.

Harold is our godsend. He lives in his van, but he has other resources when he needs them. He was a boxer in his youth, but they passed him over because he didn’t have the killer instinct. Every month when he gets his social security check, he buys gas and parts for the van, and food. Last summer he went to Georgia and spent a few months fixing up his sister’s house. Now that he’s back, he’ll call and ask for a couple of hours of work now and then. That helps him and it helps us, too.

Well, guess what, as I entered the house, the phone rang, and it was Harold wanting work. My husband said, “Come on over.” We looked out the front window and there he was,  having called us on his cell phone. In one hour, he had thinned the shade garden and we had plants all the way to the corner of the house.

After many years of failure we now garden as simply as possible. In Florida, aloe, spider plant (ours is green and white), bromeliad, and ferns are practically indestructible. Purple Queen adds pink and purple to the mix.

Was it miracle, serendipity, or synchronicity that Harold called when he did? I call it God. This year, as spring dances into summer the shade garden will become lush and full. There will be no room for weeds then, and I’ll get up in the morning’s relative cool and walk around the garden soaking up stillness in perfect peace and maybe I’ll pick a weed or two as well.

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