My wife’s parents are visiting with us. They are warm, interesting, and engaged with the world and are always a pleasure to be around. It’s been too long since I’ve seen them.
Not many years ago, we had the stupendously ridiculous notion of starting our own nursery. An important feature was extensive plantings to showcase our unusual offerings. Most of the garden was on a hillside and some of the sections were so steep that I fell off of them several times.
My in-laws came up to see us from their home in Santa Barbara. Sometime during their visit they volunteered to help weed, and put in several hours removing wild radish from the planting beds, including some of the steeper sections. I was worried they might slip and discreetly worked near them. But I needn’t have worried. All went fine, the gardens were improved, and we felt tired but good at the end. It could not have been easy for them as their lifestyle is highly urban and doesn’t include this type of manual labor. But they kept at it, never complaining, knowing the importance it was in our lives. Quality people.
