My strawberries died today.
I came outside to find yesterday’s perky plant all depressed and wilted.
No! Not my strawberries!
And the others looked sad too.
I thought I had lost them. But why? Were they diseased? Were they attacked by some vicious pest? Was it too hot, too much sun, or not enough? Did they die of thirst?
I mourned my strawberries for a moment, and then I went into life-saving mode.
Quick! Get a cup! Fill it with water! Give life to my strawberries!
I ran inside. I found a cup, a tall skinny orange one. I hurried it, filled with water, back to my plants. I moved them from the porch to the open sun.
God, please don’t let my plants die.
He heard my prayer, and I began to water. And water. And water.
I’ll drown these plants if I have to.
The soil turned dark, moist. I watered some more. Eventually, I left them. Would they grow, or was I too late?
Later I returned. My strawberries still looked sad. I watered all my plants some more. A bee was sitting by one.
I’m sorry, Mr. Bee, but you’re going to get wet.
It grew dark. I read a book. I went salsa dancing. I came home. Lo! My strawberries live! They have perked up! My strawberries are back from the dead!