Outside the study of my...
Outside the study of my new pastorate was a memorial garden honoring a family rich in the history of the congregation. It was the favorite meeting place of a ladies group within the church. They took special care to make sure the garden was always well kept. They seemed to have that magic touch of the florist. It was a source of pride, and rightly so. They knew the seasons of the year and just what the garden needed. On the day of my arrival, in the midst of the garden and in the midst of the ladies of the church stood Robert. He was using crutches and his right ankle was in a cast.
