Does 'Renaissance' Have Two S's or One?

This past week, we were honored to be graced by the presence and talent of Mrs Bernice Petersen, a local artist, gardener, and renowned chef (she makes the softest ginger snaps this side of the Mississippi). Indeed, she is what we would call a Renaissance woman. We invited her to participate in the painting of the garden, and were impressed when we discovered that she too has not one, but various parking lot gardens.

The owner of multiple apartments, she previously offered space to students for gardening. For some reason (laziness), no one ever took her up on the offer, and she finally decided to do the gardening herself. Much of the produce is graciously given to the tenants, who otherwise would be severely lacking in both thiamine and niacin, a tragedy we'd rather not discuss in these pages.

As discussed, Bernice arrived early in the morning. She knelt carefully on a blanket and painted swiftly. By the time I was dressed and ready to express my thanks, there was nothing left but a freshly painted garden, and a spoonful of fertilizer (she thinks of everything).

We couldn't have been more pleased with the outcome.

There may be some bias, but my personal favorite is this:

Thank you Bernice for your time and effort, and for contributing to the success of the garden. May your cookies continue to snap, your acrylic paintings crackle, and your pea pods pop, Rice Krispies.