It’s a Beautiful Day

Enter the Calender Garden

The sun shone all day today, and the temperature  was in the mid and upper sixties all afternoon.  After a wonderful Sunday morning service and a meal at the Ponderosa with family, The Old Fool could not stay indoors.  He first visited Miriam Beachy who is quite weak in the hospital.  Miriam is a friend from Sarasota.  

Then he went to the Calendar Garden. The calendar garden is a circular garden with a fish and lily pond in

Lilys in pond in the center of the calendar garden

the center  The walkway has each day of the year imprented on a brick in the order in which they occur throuhout the year.  The plantings of the garden are intended to be a their peak  at the date on the brick.   

This spring the weather warmed earlier than usual followed by a late freeze and lack of the usual rain in the summer.  So this year the development of the garden is not exactly on the intended  date.

Even so, the garden is a place to rest and refresh.  Rhoda and The Old Fool often visted the garden.  He returns often, but not as frequently as he would if he had a friend to share it with.  The story of the garden is delightfully told and displayed at Pamela Peterson’s website.  She tells of Beth Defries who donated the garden, and Jon Cutrell of the Mennonite Cutrells, Scottdale, Pennsylvania, who designed the garden. 

The artists said they were playing a piece composed in 1811. They were happy to have their picture taken.

On the way to and in the garden the Old Fool saw signs inviting him to another event.  He decided to take that in, too.  He had already given his last dollars to the waitress at the Ponderosa, so he was dismayed to learn of the four dollar entrance fee.  Some people who were leaving the event encouraged him to go on in, assuring him that they would let him in since it was going to close in about thirty minutes. There promise was true. 

The Blacksmith

The event was named after a Native American Chief.  One of his names was Five Medals.  The state of Indiana is full of Indian lore.  The artisans had come from around the country to pitch their tents and sell their wares.  There was a black smith, candle maker helping children make candles in the old dipping style,  weavers working with sheep’s wool, knitting, and other crafts in other tents which The Old Fool did not have time to visit. 

This artisan belonged to the wool weaver group

On his way out The Old Fool engaged a young couple in conversation.  They said, you should buy some popcorn.  He told them the state of his wallet.  Oh, the woman said, I will buy you some, and off she went.  That’s the way she is, the man said.  My wallet’s empty and she’s been buying me popcorn all afternoon.  The popcorn was indeed top class.  They must  have used some kind of sugar solution to flavor it.


After this good day The Old Fool will return to Eldon’s report. 


About Martin Lehman

I was born 92 years ago, the son of a Mennonite pastor and organic gardener in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. At age 10 I was baptized as a member of the Marion Mennonite Church. I own the "Old Fool" moniker because I want to walk the Jesus Way even though the world and much of the church takes me as a fool for doing so. In my life I have moved from being a young conservative to an elderly radical. I tell that story in My Faith Journey posted on my website.
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