I am not a religious person. Joan (JKK), my wife, is a believer, although she certainly does not wear those beliefs on her sleeves. Those two truths came to mind this morning as I looked at Joan’s garden and the pretty flowers she picked yesterday after she got done planting her annuals.
Last week we had frost. It was sheer luck (in my opinion) that the freeze did not kill the perennials in JKK’s garden. While still sparse, the garden is slowly starting to fill in. In a month or so, it will be lush. JKK will start here incessant weeding, by hand, of course. Her faith that an early frost will not kill, and that, with the helping hands of a hard-working old woman, flowers will emerge resplendent, strikes me as the ultimate triumph of hope over experience. But, then again, I do love her flowers.