Weed Fairy

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Last summer we had a Weed Fairy.
Actually, I think that there was more than one.
Jason died on May 24.
For months, our yard rarely crossed my mind.
It continued to be mowed each week by our lawn guys.🌱
Our sprinklers were magically fixed when needed.💦
Jason’s garden was tended.🍅

And we had a Weed Fairy.🧚🏻‍♀️

The few times that I remembered to inspect the flower beds, I noticed that there were no weeds.
Ever.
I knew that the Weed Fairy had been there.

The praise was non-existent for this non-paying position since I didn’t even know who it was.

But I was grateful.
And I knew that we were loved.💚
I knew that pulling those weeds and fixing errant sprinklers and edging our lawn and nurturing our tomatoes were all ways for neighbors to say,
We love you.
We miss Jason.
We love him, too.

It’s weed-pulling season again.
Everyone is out. Getting yards ready for spring. Pulling that first round of weeds that come after the snow melts.

My neighbors and I were social-distancing recently. Chatting while Nikki pulled out her pesky, emerging morning glory.

I said, “Jason had a flower bed put in out back. He and his aide were in charge of maintaining it. But it’s too big for me. I think I’m going to take it out.”

Nikki said, “Right. It’s really big.”

I did a double take.
Weed Fairy.
I found her.
I saw her in my mind, bent over, pulling my weeds because she knew that in my grief, I couldn’t manage to do it myself.

🧚🏻 Thank you, Nikki. For this and for so many other acts of kindness your family has done as our next door neighbors.

And thank you to any other Weed Fairies who have sprinkled love all over our yard.
I love you, too.💙✊🏻