Wednesday, January 16, 2013

The Beautiful Faces Of Wednesday Morning

I have been working, temporarily at my favorite nursery.  Coming back after four months has been as if taking a very long drink after walking for miles without hope. Coming back has been like walking into the arms of someone who loves me after a near miss.  Coming back has been like watching the amazing sunrise and sunset in this January after losing hope of finding work.  Coming back has been like rejoining those I have come to admire and to love as coworkers and as friends at a very busy corner, in an open location where cars zoom past a healing place for me.

Today, like the past five, it was frosty and cold as the sun crept towards us.  We have been pruning, tagging, staking and burying bare root roses in the beds made by my stalwart coworkers.  We have been doing this together as the kind of team one hopes to find with one another.  We are all very different and yet, an award winning combo come together.  In many ways, we are the kind of people who needed a second chance.  Together we make magic.

I unlatched the back gate after driving one of our ancient electric carts to the back for some soil.  There, twenty feet beyond me stood three handsome bucks, solid, now motionless, horns aloft, dark eyes upon me.  I greeted them.  They watched me cautiously come in the gate.  They began to move towards the fence once I scooted the cart along the access road.  Big, beautiful faces pausing on a crystal clear blue sky freezing morning in January where I came to work, a second chance tiny woman feeling free and oh-so-lucky to have been welcomed back by Prickett's Nursery and welcomed by the beautiful faces of the buck trio creekside.