“I don’t know how many gardens I have left,” Red would say. She was not only savoring her time digging in the soil and creating beauty; she also said that when she wanted to see what else there is to savor in this world.
When the speaker at some craft event told us to paint an inspirational word on a small rock, most of us wrote things like, “Hope,” “Courage” or “Love.”
Red wrote “Garden.”
At the time I thought she might have missed the point of the exercise. Now I think I was the one who missed the point.
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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