When I moved here to Lincoln County, back the first week of June (that was the final move week), I had several flats of these heirloom tomato plants that were just about ready to set out for the season. They were about 8-10 inches tall, robust and healthty. My friend who was helping me move and I loaded the plants in the back of her truck and covered them with a tarp (it was over the top of netting and about 6-8 inches above the plants. The covering was to keep the wind from whipping the plants too much and damaging them.
Imagine our chagrin when we got to my new location, took off the tarp and were greeted by most of the plants looking like I had sauteed them in olive oil. It was one of those blistering hot days and the heat under the tarp had literally "cooked" my plants. It never occurred to either one of us that the heat under that tarp would be at such a level. I would have imagined that the slight breeze that did circulate around them would have kept them cool but no such luck.
Anyway, it was a huge setback but I was determined that they would survive and so I spent the better part of a month, nursing them back from near death. They are big, healthy and starting to bloom as I am typing this entry.
That is true of people, too, you know. Love and some serious nurturing can make a huge difference in someone's life. That is the beauty of a living, growing thing, that it can be so close to death and then come back to health and vigor with some strong belief and some tender loving care.
I treasure these lessons that I learn from growing things. They are so simple and yet so profound sometimes.