Mrs. Green was busy this week. She had all the usual visitors, plus she was mulching and weeding her garden. She had a lot of errands to run and she saw a lot of friends in the midst of the hustle and bustle. Everyone seemed to have one question when they saw Mrs. Green this week. Before they could ask Mrs. Green answered,
“Not yet. Soon, but not yet.”
Mrs. Green knew, sometimes hope and anticipation, could turn to worry, and impatience, if you weren’t used to it.
“Last year it was in March wasn’t it?” Sue asked casually as she helped dig up the moist dirt in the vegetable garden, after school.
“Uh huh.” Mrs. Green replied.
Before Singing practice Sue had everyone looking in the yard.
Juliette heard all about the treasure awaiting the Greens in the spring. She couldn’t wait, and asked if they could,
“Search the garden today?”
Mrs. Green took her little hand and they “searched the garden.”
Becky, asked at the grocery store check out counter, and Barry, in the frozen food section. Mrs. Green just calmly replied,
“Not yet, but soon.”
After years and years Mrs. Green had learned to enjoy this time of waiting. She had learned not to worry. She used to try and explain how to wait expectantly and enjoy the hope and anticipation. After years of trying she decided it was better to show than to tell.
Mr. Green seemed to understand and feel the same way. Mr. Green, and Carson. Carson was born with the ability to enjoy the wait, and so he turned it into hope. Every day, after school, Carson looked in the yard, and then climbed the climbing tree in the back of the Green’s lot, by the stream.
Mrs. Green met Carson in the middle of the climbing tree on Wednesday afternoon. She climbed half way up, and Carson climbed halfway down. They both needed to escape all of the questions and enjoy the anticipation. They wouldn’t have traded this time for anything in the entire world.
The two friends sat so quietly they could almost hear the tender green leaves growing all around them in the big tree. They were not searching, or hunting, or worrying. Carson and Mrs. Green were very similar, in this way. The two friends sat contently up in the climbing tree.
“I love spring.” said Carson.
“Me too.” said Mrs. Green.
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