1. Jacob is
a PK, also known as a preacher’s kid. He
has to live up to what he feels is an unrealistic set of standards that his dad
has created because he is a preacher.
2.
Jacob loved his grandmother’s garden. She had a rock path laid out that wound
throughout the garden. She not only had
a green thumb but was very creative, for inside her garden was an area she had
created just for her grandchildren. Jacob
found himself hiding under one of her mushroom sculptures. His back leaned against the stem. It was hidden from site by a large purple
lilac bush. Its fragrant flowers sent a
shower of petals raining down on him when the wind blew. Here he would watch the bees flit in and out
taking what they needed from the flowers. He watched the viceroy butterflies
with their orange and black wings flutter around. He often wished he could be like them and fly
away. It usually only took five or ten
minutes in the garden to wash away the dark clouds that he felt followed him
constantly. He stood and looked up at
the sun drenched blue sky and walked toward the house for the snack he knew his
grandmother had waiting for him.
3.
Jacob thought back to being a child when he
first began to understand his dad’s standards for his life. He decided he needed to visit his grandmother
before the move. He called her and told
her he was on his way. Jacob rode his
bike the few blocks to her house. He knew the garden would not look the same.
March was still cold, but he could see signs of life creeping to the surface of
the garden. He walked the path carefully looking at each stone his grandmother
had placed there. He realized he had
never noticed the words on them before.
Words such as breathe, relax, inhale, life, sunshine. He realized they were there to help bring
about a peace of mind, a calming to the
soul. He walked to the lilac bush and was met by his grandmother. She handed him a cup of coffee. She smiled
and spoke softly to Jacob. “This is where I always came to calm my spirit. It’s not easy living with a preacher.”
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