When I was a girl, visiting at my grandmother's home, she would give me the task of using her nice teapot to water her houseplants.
"How much water?" I would ask.
"To about here," she would reply, smiling and touching a point on the side of the pot housing the plant.
This past week our house was hit by lightning and caught fire. Today I am housesitting for a friend who has offered to let us stay here while she is away on vacation and we look for a temporary rental in which to live while our house is repaired. So this morning I was on my friend's patio, watering her potted plants.
"How much water do these need?" I wondered.
And in my mind I heard my grandmother again. "To about here." And I remembered again the blessing she was in my young life.
