|2 Fave Annuals! Heavenly Blue Morning Glories and Mexican Sunflowers|
I promptly split the home in half, turning the street level portion of this house into a 3 bedroom apartment. There are lots of ways to get ahead in the world and one of the most delightful revelations (for me) came with the knowledge that quite a few people prefer to rent vs. own. Apparently, home ownership is a lot of responsibility. So, why not let some of those renters pay for my mortgage?
|Ornamental Sweet Peas ~ another favorite annual.|
They were very shy. The nicest couple I'd ever met. It took just a moment to see myself in them. To see that they were acting this way, preparing for rejection, prejudice and meanness, just like I did when I arrived in this town, hoping to start a new life.
You see, if you get right down to it, we're all minorities in one way, or another.
|This could bore you to tears but it's got me pretty excited. The 1st squirrel ever to live on my property.|
I'll never forget that. They probably won't either. Seeing as how I sued them.
That's the encounter that changed me. For better, or worse. Made me think long and hard about that old adage: Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. And, how asinine that saying really is.
Words cut like a knife. They tear at the inner fabric of your being, leaving deep scars that never fully heal.
|Big, big Sandhill Cranes hang out by the garage every afternoon. They like to terrorize my dog...|
|One day wonders: Mexican Shellflowers (a very tender annual) bloom, then whither, in 24 hours.|
The kids knocked on my door, crying. Mom was with them, crying, too. Her husband was out of town. They'd been to the elementary school, re-enrolling for classes, at the same school these 2 cute kids had attended for the last 5 years. I knew this was happening because the kids had been chattering about it for weeks. Super excited to be heading back to school. But, when they got there, they'd been turned away, sent home to gather all sorts of paperwork to 'prove' they should be allowed to attend this school. The school where every teacher already knew their names.
Necessary? I'm not so sure. So, I took them back to the school to see for myself. And, me being white and all, nobody looked at the paperwork they had previously demanded. Not even the principal when I refused to leave until I met with him.
He told me that everything was in order and that there was nothing more for us to discuss. "Oh, there is one more thing," I said.
"I'd like to know how many white kids had to jump through this hoop."
My HOPE is that, somehow, some way, we all figure out how to lighten up. To live and let live. To stop blaming all the ills of the world on people who simply want to better themselves and will put up with all kinds of abuse on their quest to accomplish just that.
And, when it comes to changing these archaic notions? We can all do nothing equally well.
To meet the originator of Hope 2012, please click here. To read Lesley's great perspective on Hope in the Garden, click here.