The third installment of...
By Andrea Gram
SOLILOQUY: To be an All-Star or not to be, that is the question. I suddenly find myself imagining all sorts of important missions half way across the world in need of my immediate attention. Take the sea faring turtles in the Galopogas Island for example or the..
“Don't be afraid, I am with you.”
Yes Lord, but you don't understand – there are giants in the land! And well, what if there's a trap door underneath my office chair? One too many foul balls in the form of misplaced decimal points and down the shoot I'll go!
“The giants are bringing your bread, just trust Me. Selah!”
Joel and Teresa Salatin
I was shuffling through a stack of invoices somewhat frantic over a bulk-order-gone-wrong when Teresa sauntered into the office. It was late in the afternoon and I scarcely looked up muttering something like, “I h--a--t--e making mistakes”. She stood in her usual grounded position regarding my angst and then casually coalesced, “everybody makes mistakes. If you didn't make any, well..” her thoughts appeared to pounce as she mused, “..you'd be peeeeerfect”.
Teresa loves cats. Need I say more? Peeeeerhaps something warm and fuzzy about her delightfully dry sense of humor? While interviewing her grandson Travis for this story, he reminded me how nonchalant his grandma is when she threatens to take the computer out back and put a bullet through the screen every time it gives us any trouble. Truth: laughter cures anxiety better than any pharmaceutical drug on earth!
Or shall I say something cool and calibrated about how down-to-earth and practical Teresa is? How she crouches securely over home-base catching all the invoice payments that come skidding back in from the outfield – including any fowl balls. Whenever my pitch is off she just gives a slight wink and a nod letting me know she trusts me to figure out the corrective measure.
I get the feeling that if Teresa ever guarded home-base a little too vigilantly, her curiosity must have gotten the best of her. She's definitely learned to play with a sense of propriety. Not too warm, not too cold. Not too big, not too small. Not too soft or hard, but something.... “just right”??
Picture of Teresa's Flower Garden
Teresa's flower gardens – they're “just right”! A perfect organic mix of function and beauty via mounds of opulent perennials peppered all around the property. She even has Adel Vice, which really tickles my Norwegian fancy. Maybe it's the rich compost of mistakes made over the years or all the passers-by fawning over such beauty. It's definitely the tender, loving care she gives.
Whether it's the sandy grit around the infield or the soft loamy mix in her flower beds, one thing is clear: Teresa really enjoys playing in the dirt. I suspect it's how she affords us all that wonderfully grounding presence in the first place.