[Mrs. B. is in her garden trying to shovel at the seed person]
Mrs. B.: I just can’t figure this out. I keep sowing seeds
into this ground and nothing will grow. The seeds just stay on top
of the ground. Maybe it’s the kind of fertilizer I’m using. The bag
says “Round up” [note: a brand of weedkiller]. I thought they’d be purdy
and round and grow up [holds up bag that says "weed killer" then throws
dirt into the seed’s face] I can’t keep wasting time. I have a million
and one things to do. Let’s see...if I hurry up and get over to the
mall I can get my nails done and still have time to make my hair appointment.
Now why hasn’t that daughter of mine called me lately... [checks her mail]
What about that...a letter from my daughter. [opens letter and reads it
out loud] “Dear Mom, Since I can’t ever catch you at home I decided to
drop you a note. Would you please come to little Susie’s church play
on Friday? She’s been asking me if you were going to be there? Love,
Mary” Strange, I can’t imagine that it would be difficult to reach me.
Friday night...that is my aerobics class...I just have to keep my figure.
I’ll make the next play. I’m sure Susie will understand.[Exits]
[Mrs. B. reenters looking at her nails and fluffing her hair.
She puts on garden gloves]
Mrs. B.: This garden isn’t worth all the time I put into it.
I work in it at least five minutes every week. The package here says that
these flowers need just a little water. How many days has it been
since I watered them? Oh well, I’ll give 'em a lot today and they’ll be
alright. [pours water on flower’s head] What dear? [motions as if husband
is in the house] Honey, I just don’t have time to do anything with
you today. You know that I have three church committees to go to
today. They need me there. We can do devotions later...besides
I am serving God by doing everything they ask me to do at the church. [She
stumbles over the Dead Flower].
Mrs. B.: Now what’s this...this flower is dead too...what is
wrong with it. [Mrs. B. pulls out sign that reads NO DIRECT SUNLIGHT.]
How could I have missed that? This should work [puts paper bag over
the dead flower’s head]. Maybe now she’ll grow.
[Little Susie enters looking upset]
Mrs. B.: Well, if it isn’t my darling little Susie.
Susie: Granny, why aren’t you coming to my play?
Mrs. B.: Hon, I’d love to come but I am just so involved. I must be
about the Lord’s business you know. So many people depend on me.
Susie: [very sad, head hung low] Well, here’s a flyer about it...bye...
Mrs. B.: Susie, wait, come back here my darling...What
is this? Bloom Where You Are Planted. That’s funny...I could
sure use some help with this garden. But why would the church kids
do a play with such a funny title? Bloom Where You Are Planted. Oh
dear, maybe that's me...I have stretched myself out so thin that I don’t
spend time with the Lord, my husband, my daughter or my grandkids anymore.
What have I done? Oh Lord, I am so sorry...please forgive me.[She
kneels to pray. Susie, now dressed as a beautiful flower, walks in
and replaces the dead flowers]
What is this...my garden is growing...it is so beautiful...Lord...I
get the message. I'll blook right here where you planted me. I'll put you
first and my family next in my life. Thank you for helping me to find the
true beauty in life.
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Copyright Valerie Keefe, all rights reserved
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