Gertie Mae Elle Phant’s job was to water the beautiful, flower filled garden that she lived in. Landlord had given her a strong trunk to do this with. She was to gather water out of the golden river that flowed through the garden.
Landlord loved all of his beautiful flowers. They were all precious in his sight, but because he had other lands to tend to, he had to leave someone to take care of it in his absence. Landlord told Gertie Mae Elle Phant that he would be back soon to check on his garden.
When Landlord would return, all was not well with his garden. His flowers were all wilting. Landlord would ask Gertie Mae Elle Phant. “Haven’t you been watering my garden as I have instructed?”
“I’m sorry, but I always seem to forget. I’m always busy gathering food and discovering other interesting things in your garden, but I promise I will do as you ask if you give me another chance.”
“Very well.” Answered Landlord, but whenever he would return, his flowers would still be wilting.
“Gertie Mae Elle Phant, don’t you understand that the sun is beating down on my flowers. They are dry and thirsty. They must have water from the golden river in order to survive.”
Landlord then extended his arm and called out, “Spirit, come.” Soon, a beautiful white dove flew gracefully over and landed on Landlord’s outstretched arm. “Spirit, say, ‘water my garden’.”
The gentle bird repeated Landlord’s very words, exactly as he said them, ‘water my garden’.
Landlord placed Spirit upon Gertie Mae Elle Phant’s back and told her, “I am giving you Spirit to remind you to water my garden. Spirit is gentle, because I know how edgy you can be at times, and how afraid you are of even a mouse. Spirit will speak to you softly.”
Landlord left and the time had soon come for the flowers to be watered. Gertie Mae Elle Phant was not anywhere near the golden river when Spirit gave her gentle nudge and said softly, ‘water my garden’.
Gertie Mae Elle Phant gave Spirit a slight glance, but did not respond.
Again Spirit gave another gentle nudge, and said ‘water my garden’.
Gertie Mae Elle Phant looked at how far away the golden river was and she said to Spirit, “I promise I will water the garden tomorrow. I am tired, and it will take way too much time for me to walk all the way over there now.”
This answer grieved Spirit.
The next day, Gertie Mae Elle Phant hurt her foot on a sharp rock. She ran over to the golden river and placed her foot in its cool current. “Ah, that’s much better.” She sighed.
Again, Spirit gave her gentle nudge and said, ‘water my garden’.
Gertie Mae Elle Phant answered. “I know I promised I’d water it today, but my foot is very sore, and I really must tend to it now.”
This again grieved Spirit.
Soon the time came for Landlord to return. He was saddened to find that his garden was still wilting. He asked Gertie Mae Elle Phant, “I know Spirit reminded you of my words. Why didn’t you water my garden this time? What do you have to say for yourself Gertie Mae Elle Phant?”
“Whenever Spirit would say, ‘water my garden’, it was always at such inconvenient times for me to do so. Today I had to take care of my sore foot. It really was all I could think about.
Landlord answered, “I don’t know what else I can do. I have given you Spirit to walk beside you and to remind you of my words. I’ve given you a beautiful trunk to gather the water with. How could you just let my flowers wither away like this?”
It was then that Gertie Mae Elle Phant looked upon the wilted flowers. Her heart sank. She hadn’t really looked at them very much before. She had always been so busy with other things. She was sorry that she allowed the flowers to become so weak. She was sorry she hadn’t used the trunk that Landlord had given her to help them. She asked Landlord for one more chance.
Because Landlord loved Gertie Mae Elle Phant very much, he gave her one more chance.
Gertie Mae Elle Phant was so grateful that Landlord had forgiven her, and given her another chance, from that day on whenever Spirit would nudge her gently and say,‘water my garden’, Gertie Mae Elle Phant was sure to do just that.
Every time Landlord would return, he would be well pleased when he saw how vibrant and happy all of his flowers were, and he would say, “Well done, Gertie Mae Elle Phant.”