Guess what I found when I stepped out of the house today…
This is the work of Mr. J.
As our conversations continue towards gardening, and the fact that I still have seeds that need to get started, he seems to have a plan at every turn.
“Soil is expensive,” he told me. “I know somebody who’s got some extra. Lemme check on that first.”
Mr. J. always seem to “know” someone. I wonder if that’s because of his age, the fact that he’s got deep roots planted in this community, or because he comes from a generation when people still talked with each other and relied on their neighbors for life in a very different way than we do now.
It’s probably all three.