Lakeside for our evening walk, we see him in the garden, engendering life, whatever the weather. His garden is verdant: deep green leaves, fruits and vegetables of varying hues, brilliant flowers. A radio sometimes shatters the silence (whether he’s nearby or not—perhaps to keep away birds.) We attempt a compliment, but he speaks no English. “Beautiful garden”, accompanied by an expressive gesture including the whole. He smiles; we smile. He sounds eastern European, lives with his daughter and her husband, wrapped in his lack of English, speaking through his garden and the trellised grapevines that shelter and surround it.
I’m sorry I haven’t figured out how to get the cute link doohickey on my blog, but if you want to read other stories based on this prompt, please go to Madison Woods’ site and enjoy:
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