Before the nightmare of 9/11, I remember thinking what a spectacularly beautiful day it was going to be. Gone was the muggy heat, humidity and our normal white summer haze. In its place the sky was clear and impossibly blue; it seemed it was going to be the first day of more fall-like weather and a day that reconfirmed my love of working outside. After I got my people started on the day's activities, I went in to call one of my vendors about an impending delivery, and it was he who said that we were under attack. I had a hard time believing him, and as soon as we hung up I turned on the television we keep in our break room normally reserved just to keep an eye on the weather; and it stayed on the rest of the day. Watching the events unfold, live in real time, as they happened, I knew the future of our country had been altered.
It was difficult to get our work done, but we can't go a day without watering the plants. Incredibly we had customers that day, and I wanted to ask them how they could be shopping for flowers given what was happening. In fact, I selfishly thought that we would be lucky to do any business that fall, but as it turned out, it was one of our best ever. The nesting instinct was good to us. Our garden center must sit under military air space, and normally the sky is busy with all manner of aircraft travelling to and from the local bases. So it was very eerie to have a day of totally quiet skies, and since 9/11 I always get a little concerned when there is a change in the traffic volume overhead.
That day I stayed in near constant contact with my wife to discuss what was happening, how her students were reacting, to reconfirm when we would both be home and who was going to pick up our son from daycare. Time, agendas and details suddenly became more important and stayed that way. There have been few days since when I was as glad to get home, with my family safe and together in the house. We spent the evening touching base with friends and relatives and with our eyes focused on the television.
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