May 31st, 2008

May 31st, 2008

Mrs. Nelson loved two things in her life: her husband and her garden. The husband the first love and her garden being her second love because up until roughly a year ago she still had a husband. He died of a heart attack as a result of high blood pressure so she started gardening. She grew flowers of different types, tulips being her favorite, and she was also practical; she grew vegetables for her own use (She was also quite the wiz in the kitchen).
Her husband had been a gardener, when he was alive. She had never taken much interest in it, but when he died she felt it was only right that she take it over, make it her own. He would spend hours and hours out in the garden, making it just right. She still couldn’t get the flowers to come in quite like he had, but she was trying. She just knew she could make him proud wherever he was.
Whenever it stormed she would sit and pray that her garden would not be destroyed. It really was all she loved at this point in her life. They never had kids, and most of her family were either gone or hardly talked anymore. Growing new life from the soil had become all she cared about, and for it to be all destroyed from one storm would be devastating. So when the tree near the garden was struck by lightning Mrs. Nelson was actually relieved that it fell on the house, crushing in most of the front room, rather than falling on the garden.
The tree service was called and it was deemed the only way to remove the tree from the house before it could be repaired was that it must be sliced down into small chunks and thrown away. This was done by labor men using a chain saw to slice off piece by piece off the top then thrown them down the ladder to another man who would dispose of them. Unfortunately, the man in charge of disposing the slices was sick from work that day, so the labor men tossed each and every slice from the top of ladder into the garden. All Mrs. Nelson could do was weep as she tried to stop the men from destroying her garden.