Lynn Horton is a freelance writer and editor who in another lifetime taught English and Creative Writing at McIntosh High School and later worked in the Starr’s Mill High School Media Center.

This was the sweetest week I have known in a very long time. My memory of it will probably not allow me to record happenings in a chronological order, rather I will just wander through the events and people that made these last seven days so lovely.
There is certainly nothing sweeter than seeing one’s husband kneeling in a freshly turned flower bed in front of the new white picket fence he recently built while planting the bright yellow and red flowers I picked out yesterday. Bill tells others, with a laugh, that my idea of gardening is to point royally to the bedding plants I intend for him to plant! Not so! Why, I have just successfully rooted three cuttings from the 150-plus-year-old rose, Southern Snow, which was a gift from my sweet aunt over thirty years ago. It has traveled from Mississippi to South Carolina and twice to Georgia. This is my singular notable gardening feat, but one that I intend to “dine out on” for years! She’s a beauty; and just this week she put out the first of her pale pink buds which have turned to tender white roses. The healthy vines climb a trellis just outside our dining area, and Summer Snow pushes scores of blossoms against the panes of the window. Such a sweet treat!
And speaking of a sweet treat! Oh, My! After a fabulous luncheon at Senoia’s famous Tomato House, (our son-in-law is part of the very excellent kitchen staff there), we were treated to not one, not two, but three of the most delectable, most sinfully decadent desserts on this or any other planet. Learning that my grandson Carter had never tasted Bread Pudding, Tracy Brady, the very kind owner and most friendly proprietress ever, was responsible for sending out a giant bowl of the delicious cinnamon-flavored mound of “pudding” swimming in a sweet sauce. He loved it!! Then came a scrumptious Crème Brulee and a Brownie the size of Texas with strawberries, whipped cream and vanilla ice cream on the side. I might add that their coffee is delicious and a perfect accompaniment to the desserts. I had four cups. Do you think that was too many?
And to add to that sweetness, Jane Hutchinson Arnold waved us in with a huge hello, and we were thrilled to see that her lunch companion was Debra Allen, visiting Senoia after a two-month stint in NYC. Sadly, she must return to the Big Apple, but not without the promise to visit us again soon.
Talk about sweet coincidence, I had the amazing opportunity of meeting retired U.S. Army Colonel Angela Odom in the dentist’s office while waiting on poor Bill to get his jaw tooth pulled out! My family is never surprised when I announce, after a trip to the grocery store, hair salon, or Post Office, that “Hey, I made a new friend today!” The long wait for my poor husband to have his tooth extracted on Thursday was hardly time to introduce myself much less to cement the bond that Angela and I had quickly discovered. We did have time for her to share her new book, “Bronco Strong.” I was captivated by her firsthand account “of the tumultuous day-to-day life of a Soldier in Iraq.” But the most bittersweet story she tells is of how she and many women in the military must leave their very young children behind to be cared for by husbands or extended family. This is something that does not often make its way into our conversations. It should. These folks need our support and praise; they are our heroes.
I met someone else this week who deserves our attention. He is going to be embarrassed when I tell you this:  Harold Simmons, Senoia’s new City Manager, is a really sweet man! We had a long chat in his office on Wednesday, and I encourage everyone in our community to get to know this man who has a long career in public service. He will be speaking, along with Mayor Larry Owens (another very special public servant), at the Historic Society on Couch Street, April 13 at 7 p.m.
Finally, I cannot leave this week behind without sharing the news of a great loss to our community, to our church, and to his precious family. Freddie Christopher was one of the sweetest men it has ever been our pleasure to know. Bill and I agree that our only regret is that we had such a short time in which to hear his wonderful stories, to enjoy his generous gifts of corn and tomatoes, to feel his strong calloused handshake, and to be folded into his loving arms in a big ole Freddie bear hug. Pastor Emeritus of Sharpsburg Baptist Church, Dr. Watson Mills spoke lovingly of this man who was born, raised, and lived almost within walking distance of the road named after his family, who was educated at the University of Georgia, and who worked in his chosen field until retirement, when he had more time to sit quietly on his property welcoming folks who stopped by to “sit a spell.” He would tell you a tale if you sat very long. Maybe two or three. It was indeed an honor to sit across the Sunday School table from this fine man, or to get a wave and a friendly grin from across the church sanctuary. I loved just being noticed by someone who walked so closely with Jesus and who perhaps recognized the same desire in me. Sweet. Sweet.