Altar Call
Opelika-Auburn News
Sunday, July 9, 2000
Walter Albritton
Once again I answered the call. I could not resist it. The temptation was too
strong. So I planted another garden in my back yard.
Some of my friends think I am crazy. I asked one friend, "How are your tomatoes
doing?" He laughed and said, "They're fine; they stay cool and comfortable in the
grocery store until I go after them, three at a time, once a week."
His laughter is laced with ridicule and he knows that I know it. But he also knows
that I am hooked. Every spring the dirt calls me with its enticing challenge: "Come on,
Walter; you can do it. You can have that 'victory garden' you have always wanted, with
dozens of luscious tomatoes glistening in the sunshine."
So, because hope springs eternal, I disguise myself as a farmer one more time. In
my small garden this summer you can find peppers, squash, cucumbers, watermelons,
cantaloupes, eggplants, and tomatoes.
My wife loves peppers so I have three varieties growing. They are looking good.
Soon I will present a handful to my wife and she will smile and say, "Sweetheart, these
are wonderful; nobody can grow peppers like you can!" The hotter they are, the more she
likes them. That's why sometimes, when we are among friends, I call her "Hot Lips."
Her appreciation always inspires me to go back out into the heat and say to my beautiful pepper
plants, "Way to go, guys; you are making me look good. Now do it again!"
Every summer I eagerly await my first tomato. Even if I harvest four dozen
tomatoes, the first one is the nicest. Picking it off the vine restores my confidence that I
can still raise delicious tomatoes. I show that first one off as though I had unearthed a
diamond in the back yard.
Years ago I stopped counting the cost of growing my own vegetables. That can
be discouraging. One year I spent $95 raising about $20 worth of tomatoes, squash, and
peppers. That's when I stopped keeping up with the expenses. Who cares what it costs;
what matters is the satisfaction you can get from growing a few things in your own back
yard.
So, despite the drought, I am at it again, tending a few precious vegetables in my
own yard and waiting for a good harvest. God must love dirt; he made a lot of it. And he
equipped some of us with fingers that love to work in the dirt to make things grow.
My dad had that irresistible urge to have a garden, and he was good at it. He
never tired of taking me outside to see his beautiful tomatoes growing. He had a garden
until he was past 85, and he could grow anything.
These days when I am working in my garden I pause now and then to look up. You might suppose I
am looking for some sign of rain. But it's not a rain cloud I am
looking for, as badly as we need some rain. I fancy that I may see my dad leaning over the
banister rails of heaven to give me a word of encouragement, "Way to go, son; that's a nice
garden. Keep up the good work."
Who cares what it costs? There are some things that cannot be measured by dollars
and cents.