“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” These words of wisdom came from Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672) the wife of Governor Simon Bradstreet, and the first published woman poet in America. Now, my mother once told me that she found this amazing Puritan in our family tree. Hmmm. Maybe there are a few specks of her blood flowing in these veins, causing my need to write along with the spirit to proclaim that the crops from heirloom seeds are truly God’s food. Oh well . . . it’s April! Spring is in the air! It’s also time for the next few pages from The SEED, available at several dot coms listed on my website: www.annrichduncan.com.
. . . . in the last installment, John Victor had decided to enlist his old army buddy, C.D., as a leader to turn a group of disgruntled citizens toward constructive actions. And, scuzzy but lovable Melvin was in the midst of contaminating the fuel tank at a small municipal airport with The Terminator! So, here is installment number 4 . . .
John Victor was still in the tub when Betty arrived. She called to him as she struggled through the house with her luggage. “Hello, sweetie . . . where are you?”
John’s mellow reply prompted her to call out again. “Of course, you’re in the hot tub. Do you look like a prune yet?” She bounced into the bathroom playfully wielding a gaily-wrapped package. “I’ve got something for you. When Mary and i went shopping I heard a little voice say, “Buy me for John! Buy me for John! So, I did!” She waved it back and forth, hoping to coax her husband out of his tranquil soak.
John reached for a towel and tried to snap her with it. “What a brat!” she exclaimed as she skittered out of reach. “You better be good, Johnny V or I’ll ask Jonathan to take you back!” Jonathan, the pastor of their church and a close friend, had presided over their marriage ceremony four years ago. It was the second marriage for both of them.
“I’ll tell you what, brat . . . I’ll put on the coffee and you can open your present later. When you’re dry and civilized.”
JOHN PEERED INTO the steamy bathroom mirroor as he toweled off. Lively blue eyes stared back. “Pretty darned good for an old fart. Maybe a little on the short side, but all muscle. Not necessarily handsome either, but as Betty says, I’m definitely adorable. Yup! Ah-DOR-able!” His image nodded in vainglorious agreement.
John called out, “How’s everyone in Anchorage? Mary must be ready to pop any minute.” Mary was soon due to give birth and Betty had spent the past few days helping her daughter-in-law in her efforts to furnish the nursery. Betty poked her head through the doorway. “Mary’s so cute. She positively glows . . .”
John’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at his wife. He thought, she can’t be glowing any more than you. He decided that Betty looked more like an aunt than a grandmother.
. . . . that’s it for this installment. Tune in again, (on Tuesday–yes, they’ll be shorter and more frequent) because John will get a letter asking him to find treasure from the Civil War. That project will bring him to Washington and lots of excitement!