When
Miss Fernley moved from ‘the estate’ to the township of Lickety-Split she
soon realized that to ‘be anybody’ in the town you had to participate in the
‘garden club’. Her first visit to this
group of dedicated gardeners enlightened her considerably.
She was told that to be a member of the Lickety-Split Garden Club you must ‘tend your own garden’.
Heaven forbid!! In fact one of the
ladies actually told her how much fun she would have ‘getting her hands
dirty’. Did she not know that Miss
Fernley had never had dirty hands in her life and she certainly did not intend
to start now?
Never one to give up
easily, Miss Fernley came up with an idea. She visited a small town several
miles away and secretly employed some professional gardeners . To get around
anyone seeing them – she bought miners hats – those kind with the little lights
on top. Now – once every two weeks or
so, at midnight, they creep into her back yard (she certainly doesn’t want to
draw attention) turn on their
lanterns and get to work. Like a busy swarm
of fireflies they work from midnight to 4 am. Miss Fernley will continue to bring her illicit posies to each meeting in the hope that perhaps one day she'll win an award.
"The earth laughs in flowers." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
