The Garden II

The miracles started occurring immediately after I committed to plant a garden.  An inn guest arrived one day, approaching my garden fence as I was working there.  He announced himself and I recognized his name.  I was expecting him.  He had made a reservation for the weekend along with his daughter.

I was sitting on my behind in my garden, and I was using my bare hands to work composted manure into the soil.  And I was filthy.  When he asked what I was doing, I replied that I was planting a garden.  Then he asked ,"Why?"  I thought that was such a strange question.  But it gave me the opportunity to either tell him the truth or shine him on.