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.