Working in the garden is one of my favourite things in life; but it’s not just the plants, it’s the people that weave into garden stories.
Yesterday, I was sitting in my home office when I glanced out the window and saw our new postman trudging through the snowstorm. He looked like a recent immigrant form some warm African country. Seeing as he struggled to wade through the snowdrifts, I ran out to shovel our sidewalk. Just as I was half way done, he returned from his rounds and beamed a warm smile of gratitude in passing. I must have sighed a little too loudly while tossing soggy snow as he turned back and cheerfully offered to help.I din’t take him up on it, but his smile made my day.