Chicago
Submitted by Rainie on
I was traveling for a week, and had just returned home. Opening the front door, I entered a small hallway and touched the voice mail button on my telephone. There was only one message, from my gardener, who watered the newly planted perennial beds during my absence. She is also my neighbor, and my daughter’s closest friend. With only a few years experience she has become a dedicated plantswoman, and has grown to appreciate the wildlife population that my garden has to offer. Past encounters include, discovering baby opossums in an empty five-gallon container, looking eye to eye with hummingbirds while watering, happening upon red-shouldered hawks bathing in the fountain, and fox climbing in the oak tree. Her message was long, and began with the...
