Truly, every visitor to the Garden
of Nemesis is a friend. Some are
just dearer to my heart than others. What can be better than to sit in the
shade listening to the water with a cold drink and inspiring conversation? The
traffic out front fades away, along with worries and troubles.
In the summer, women used to sit in the garden and snap the
beans and hull the strawberries, letting the breeze lift their hair before
moving back to the hot kitchen. They planted, hoed and harvested in a community
effort to better feed their families. A visit to a neighbor was a little vacation
from their own territory and an extra set of hands was always welcome. Some
brought their own jars and took them home full.
What did these women talk about? Husbands and children and grandchildren
and kitchen curtains and the best way to “put up” produce and the upcoming barn
dance. There were no cell phones ringing or jets overhead. The sky was blue and
the air was fresh and the conversation stimulating.
Well, those days may be gone, but we women can still connect
if we take the time. Everyone thought that time would be more plentiful if we
had automatic dishwashers and store-bought produce, but we were wrong. It’s
difficult to find those few minutes to sit with a friend, but the rewards are
amazing.
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