Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Meaning of Life

• By Janine Pineo •

Fortified with a roasted vegetable sandwich and chocolate cake, I stood in front of a roomful of women Tuesday afternoon and started talking about gardening.

I didn’t assemble notecards with prompts. I didn’t practice in front of the mirror. Instead, I thought about it as I whacked vines from the wisteria and puttered about the yard. I pondered it as I walked the dog at the nearby tree farm. I mulled it over as I drove to the Fedco Tree Sale on Saturday.

And then late Sunday, I got some news that devastated me. It was never far away all day Monday. By Tuesday, I knew I had to mention it because it was about that thing we all share: life.

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