John is a new friend to the family. Like so many others before him, he stopped by my mother's house to tell her how much he has admired her house and gardens. My father's generosity lives in hundreds of gardens in this city from cuttings of plants/flowers that he was always happy to share. Many would promise to come and help with the garden as a form of repayment for the truckloads of "gifts" they hauled away. There was no expectation on our part. People usually feel the need to say nice things due to the lack of comfort with such generosity.
John is one that did come back. Actually he came to help long before he reaped any compensation. The property is showing the absence of my father's touch. It is too huge for me to handle. We would seriously need a full time caretaker, which we cannot afford. Since last fall, John has shown up several times a week to help with whatever is necessary. As a result, he has gotten to know the family.
John knows that during my grand daughter's few weeks of life in the NICU she was known as the peach. In typical John style he showed up bearing gifts. Four lovely packages casually handed over in a plastic bag. One for each adult woman in G.'s life. Upon opening them, we realized that each contained a tiny silver peach.
We have been officially ordained as the sisterhood of the peach.
So refreshing to come across a wingless angel.
