“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…