Sofia, now a woman of ninety, still tends that garden. And every spring, in the exact center, a single flower blooms that exists nowhere else in the world.
"Faith in what?" they asked.
One year, a drought came. The city cut water to all public gardens. The other gardeners gave up. They rolled their hoses, locked their sheds, and went home to watch television. O Jardineiro Que Tinha Fe Pdf
António would wipe his brow and say, "Because I have faith." Sofia, now a woman of ninety, still tends that garden
António shook his head. "No plaque," he said. "Just plant something. And have faith." now a woman of ninety