Encounters #5: "Breaking Point"
I stood outside the back of the manor near the old school house, my boots slowly sinking into the soggy ground. Kari, Sue, and Jana stood next to me as we listened to Jim Paul, one of the workers, explain our job for the day.
“The vegetable garden needs a bit of restructuring,” he told us. “Um, I need you girls to move these plots of grass inside this square into the row of dirt over there.” We turned our heads to look at the long rectangle made of the present dirt, noting the four stakes and string that ran parallel to the ground marking the new, condensed shape of a slight square. I tilted my head; my eyes squinted and lips pursed as a look of perplexion altered my face. I saw this same look reflected in the faces of the other girls.
“So you’re telling us that you want us to move that grass to that dirt?” Jana asked, pointing from one to the other. “The grass that we just moved a week ago you want us to move back?” She asked variations of the same question several times as the rest of us stood there, unwilling to move until we realized that Jim wasn’t joking. We shook our heads and set to work. I finished a few other tasks Jim had asked me to do before joining the rest of the girls in a series of grunts and sighs as we cut into the earth with shovels. Looking back, I probably should have paid more attention during Jim’s lecture, the one he gave a few weeks before about all things being spiritual—even jobs like moving grass. But all I could think of was the utter pointlessness of having made a vegetable garden one week only to have to spend another week redoing all that hard work.