“Let your light so shine . . .”
“Those sure are big sunflowers,” I said to my Bishop’s councilor as he irrigated his garden. I saw him working in his back yard one day on my way home from elementary school. I thought the Provo street ditches were just for kid’s summer water fights, and had never before seen a garden watered in this way.
“When they are ready, you can have one and you can eat the seeds and plant some in your own garden next year.” He had a beautiful garden, but all I remembered was his huge sunflowers.
I was so excited — I pestered the poor man for what seemed months, waiting for the flowers to mature. Everyday I would sneak a peek in his back yard until the harvest day finally came. I received the largest blossom. It filled a brown shopping bag and kept me busy eating for a long time. I didn’t save anything to plant the next year, but I’m still learning.
Kenneth Weight first kindled my interest in gardening. More important, he taught me by his example and willingness to share of his knowledge. His challenge over 50 years ago to “go and do likewise,” made the lasting impression that I could be a gardener, too. I felt bad when the Weight family moved from our ward, but am continually grateful that Christine Weight Walker’s father took the time to teach and raise more children than his own.
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