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The fledgling plants were a gift to the young couple that they greatly appreciated. As neither of them had horticultural experience, they did some research and discussed what would be the best option in caring for their new seedlings. The decision was made that the protective environment of a greenhouse would be the ideal arrangement, and so together they built one in their home.
When news of the greenhouse reached the ears of relatives and friends, there were many that lauded the couple’s choice. However, there were some that raised objections and concerns.
“Wouldn’t it be better for the plants not to be so isolated?”
“Can you really give them everything they need by keeping them in the greenhouse?”
The man and wife listened patiently to these matters, addressed them and remained committed to their decision.
And so day by day the nurturing of those little sprouts continued. Sometimes the watering, the adjusting of the lights, the administering of plant food and other necessary responsibilities seemed monotonous. There were days in which the young wife wondered if the effort would be worth it. Maybe they actually would do better if they were put outdoors with the other plants. One day as the woman took a walk in her neighborhood, she passed a nearby nursery stocked with a wide variety of outdoor plants. She happened to notice a couple that looked a lot like hers but observed several wilted leaves and a sideways tilting of both, giving them a windblown look. The thought occurred to her that perhaps her own young shoots would be in the same condition if they were at the mercy of the elements in that outdoor nursery. She returned home more determined than ever to help them thrive.
Time went on and the fledglings grew and came to the place where they began producing flowers. Many of those who in days gone by had expressed their doubts about the greenhouse gave smiles of approval. Finally the day came when the plants were sturdy enough, tall enough and strong enough to be put outdoors. Those thriving blooms that were once vulnerable young sprouts received their promotional transplanting. Days turned into weeks, weeks to months and months to years, and the resettled perennials continued to flourish.
And now, every so often, the man and his wife who have been together for many years will take that trip down memory lane and recall that blessed season in which they established the greenhouse; which was their homeschool.
Copyright © Carol Connell | Year Posted 2017