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A Super Day



The few crocuses now showing bring a smile to this old gardener. "It 
won't be long now", he thinks, as he repairs the fence behind his patch.
His thoughts wander as he he sees himself surrounded by the lush green leaves
of a huge pumpkin vine. "Thats about where it will be..", he says as he
looks over to a spot near the hedge,"..the biggest damn pumpkin anyone has 
ever seen".

Today is Sunday, and if it isn't too cold, this gardener thinks it might
be a good day to turn over his compost pile. If it looks good, he'll even spread
it over his patch. Maybe he will dig it into the soil as well. He will have to 
start soon because it gets cold in the late afternoon these days, and he feels
the cold easily. 

>From long experience this gardener knows that when he is working in the soil, 
things don't always go as planned - one thing leads to another, and then 
another. To him it seems the chores are neverending, but he enjoys it so much -
tending his garden in the brisk air of winter and dreaming of spring - dreaming
of the day when he will transplant that precious pumpkin seedling.

Finally, nearing dark, our gardener reluctantly heeds his call for supper.
Only then, as he slowly climbs the stairs, does he begin to feel the cold.

Indoors, an excited friend exclaims, "The Packers won!".  This old, tired
and cold gardener, his thoughts still elsewhere, smiles. He has had a good 
day. He has had a better day.



Bill Verchere                     
billv@island.net           http://www.island.net/~billv/
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