Tommy And The Garden StakesA Short StoryBy Hilding LindquistCopyright © 2006 by Hilding LindquistPermission for non-profit use with attribution hereby granted byHilding Lindquist, author.Suitable for all ages ... totally "G".
: If you understand the meaning behind this story,that it is the creative pursuit that makes us human, then youunderstand my philosophy of life. If you need a label, I am atranscendental existentialist, but it is all here in this story. –HL
"Grandpa?" The young boy called out to his grandfather as heentered the garage where the old man was working."Yes, Tommy?""Whatcha doin'?""I'm sharpening stakes for the garden.""How come?""Because it's time to plant the garden." Tommy sat down on the wood toolbox against the garage walland watched his grandfather sharpen points onto the ends of Birch sticks with a small hatchet. The old man carefully selected each stick from the unsharpenedpile beside him with his left hand. He positioned it with a slightslant on the chopping block in front of him and chopped away atthe end of the stick with the hatchet in his right hand. As hechopped with his right hand, he slowly rotated the stick with hisleft. Every so often he would pick it up and closely examine theemerging point, putting it down and chopping away, picking it upand looking at it until he was satisfied with the point. He then laidthe garden stake in the finished pile on his right and picked upanother stick from the original pile.