You may have wondered why I haven’t posted a blog for a few weeks. Here’s the scoop.
Our weather warmed by mid-April. Our provincial officer of health has promoted outdoor exercise throughout the pandemic. Gardening has become my not-guilty pleasure.
This blog is about a different mystery, also with a happy resolution.
Late in the fall of 2018, a small brass knob appeared in one of the open spaces that feel vast in a newly planted garden. It seemed right at home and made me smile. My friend, Debbie, who helps with the garden, said it reminded her of a little Buddha head. All last year, we quietly wondered who had left the “gift”.
The answer came this spring.
“Do you take care of this garden?” a 50-something woman with a yoga mat slung over her shoulder asked as she greeted me.
“Yes, with help from a friend.”
“I just wanted to thank you for leaving that.”
“That little brass knob. I placed it there for you because I was happy to see a new garden go in here. I’m so glad you didn’t throw it away.”
“I think it really adds and I’m glad no one has taken it. Thanks for donating it. Do you live in the area?”
“No, I live in the West End, but I come over here for my yoga classes. When I saw that this garden was available a while back, I asked my neighbour if she wanted to sponsor it with me. She thought it would be too far away for us to take care of it.” (Lucky for me, I thought.)
She went on to say that she had bought the little brass knob for a dollar to help out a fellow who was selling odds and ends because he was down on his luck. She wondered what the heck she would do with one knob and threw it into her pocket. When she saw the new garden, she decided this would be good spot for it.
I love the knob. Even more so because I now know the story behind it.