“Out of gardens grow fleeting flowers but lasting friendships.”…Beverly Rose Hopper
I felt a bit like Tom Sawyer when I asked my fiends for help in the garden this week. I hoped we could make a trade: help me in my garden, and you can have produce, fresh eggs, and show your kids a “morning on the farm.” They came. They endured the 100+ degrees, and hard work. I am humbled. How can we value the seeds of asking for help, and the fruit of growing friendships? That harvest awaits us always…..