Blues in the Garden

No, my wife’s tomatoes haven’t died, the beans haven’t wilted in the 100 degree heat and no my bee’s haven’t absconded.  So what’s up with the blues in the garden?

Well, it seems there’s this fella who drives a little green box of a car up and down our street with the music up loud!  But it’s not some kid playing the latest flash in the pan pop song with nothing but the base cranked up.  This guy is in his 50’s, graying ponytail and all, and you can actually hear more than just another thumping base.  And what do I hear?  Some of the best blues music around – music that comes right from the soul of our country.  So Instead of being annoyed, I’ve grown accustomed to his music and even come to enjoy it as part of something familiar and comfortable.  I enjoy it so much I have gotten so I look forward to hearing him go by when I’m outside working in the garden.

This has gone on for a few months now and finally, the other day when I was outside, he drove past and I gave him the thumbs up.  (For a moment I considered playing air guitar but wasn’t sure how a 60 year old standing in the garden, playing air guitar with his hoe might be received.)  He pulled to the curb, backed up and we chatted a bit.  It was a difficult conversation for both of us.  He told me his story about being tone deaf and that is why his music is so loud.  He also told me he rarely interacts with people because of his hearing problems.  Maybe I just look more friendly than most while dressed in my straw hat, leaning on a garden implement and looking like Mr. Greenjeans.  (Though my wife wont allow me to wear overalls.)

So a few days later I flagged him down again to give him a CD I had made from a mixed collection of different blues artists.  Again we had kind of a stilted conversation because he has a hard time understanding what I say (my wife says the same thing – love you hun)  First off he couldn’t believe someone was giving him something and though we had a little trouble communicating he eventually came to understand the CD was for him.

He stopped back by the house a few days ago – says no one has ever done anything like this for him before (that his neighbor lady just yells at him) and really couldn’t express his gratitude. What fun this has been!  To simply share some music with a person whom most in society would turn their noses up at.  Well, today he stopped by again with a gift and told me he hadn’t listened to anything but the CD I had given him nearly a week ago.  I accepted his gift, but explained there was no need for him to give me anything and handed him a second CD I had just finished making the day before.  The man is so appreciative of a little music, I couldn’t resist giving him a second one.

This has been a lot of fun and the joy with which the music has been received is hard to describe.  He is very grateful and therefore the joy has been all mine.  Stepping outside your comfort zone can be very rewarding sometimes.  Giving, without any intention of receiving can also be one of the sweetest moments you’ll ever experience.


9 thoughts on “Blues in the Garden

  1. KraftedKhaos

    What a wonderful story! I’m glad I followed Christine’s link, it was definitely worth the read! (visited via Project Light to Life)

    PS- I love overalls! They’re fun to wear! Maybe you could make a deal with your wife to only wear them while you’re in the garden? 😉

    1. kitchenspinster

      For someone like me who is going thru some heart mending, I find this story very enlightening. I feel like I shouldn’t sulk on my miseries. I’ve blogged about what happened yesterday, about the old couple on a motorcycle that I almost hit. Maybe he is in the same situation of having difficulty in hearing.

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  4. Jessie C Nowak

    What a great random connection! Amazing how far a simple act of friendship can go. So many people are plastered to their devices (I complain as I’m staring down my computer screen) that so simple a moment can mean so much


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