Gardening With Rose

Dear Priscilla Bennett Friends,

Please take special care to stay hydrated in this summer heat—water, ginger ale and sports drinks are a good combination to keep your electrolytes balanced. Harry and I had to stop doing the gardening before we passed out. “Come on, Pris, we finished the weeding, and it’s time to get out of this heat. I made a big pitcher of lemonade for you.” He picked up the box of pulled weeds and took my arm. At the kitchen table, I patted my forehead with a napkin, gulped down the first glass and extended it for Harry to fill again. “Delish, you make the best lemonade. I think I’ll just sit for a while and shell the peas for dinner.” “I’ll help you, Pris,” Harry said, as he plopped the bag of fresh peas on the table. “Let’s wait until the sun sets to go back out. I’ve got to water my poor shriveled geraniums and impatiens before they disappear.”

In my book, Katie likes gardening too. She loves digging in the dirt with her daughter, Rose, making holes for the plants—ivy, purple pansies and daffodils—the smell of earth and green enfolding them. Katie treasures this time with Rose and uses the act of digging into the ground with her fingers as a way to try to get answers to some of her questions about leaving Claude and taking Rose. How will she survive? Round and round her mind goes as she digs deeper—a quasi meditation with some relief but no definite solutions. It will take time and can’t be forced. The answers are elusive—like the fog on Nantucket Island that floats in and out with the wind.

Thank you, my Priscilla Bennett Friends, for listening and for all your support for my cause. Please visit my website at and read this blog, make a comment, write your own story and get helpful information. Remember the Priscilla Bennett Pledge to help someone by starting a conversation, giving a kind word in the grocery store or parking lot—a touch on the shoulder or pat on the hand with a nice cup of tea. Remember that we all have SOMETHING TO BE BRAVE FOR.

Take good care of yourselves,