Planting my peach tree

Kathryn Geraldine Rezek

One morning my two brothers were outside planting a garden for their school project. They told Mother to keep me in the house so I wouldn't bother them. I was five and a half years old then.

As I watched them through the screen door, I wanted to go out. I begged Mother to let me go and plant something too. She picked up the seed from the peach I had just finished eating, washed it off, gave it to me, and said to tell the boys to let me plant it in a corner of their garden.

I told the boys, but they would not let me plant my seed anywhere. I started to cry, so Otto gave me a little trowel and told me to go over to the side of the garage and plant my seed there. It was sure hard digging, but I finally got it planted. I went in the house and told Mother that in my Christian Science Sunday School we had learned that God is up, down, and all around, and so He was with me when I planted that seed.^{See Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health 473:7–10 .}

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