At the end of a very rainy day, I felt the need to stroll through my now fading garden. After a few minutes, I was feeling a little down that the flowers, especially the mandevilla, are starting to shrivel and drop after a very dry summer season.
I heard a car pull up and stop on the other side of the hedge and could see a woman in the driver’s seat waving to me.
She rolled down the window and asked about the “beautiful red flowers” on the trellis. (The mandevilla that I was looking at as she pulled up.)
The woman got out of her car and told me how she enjoys looking over the hedge and into my garden while she waits to pick up her daughter who visits nearby. (She enjoys listening to the wind chimes and watching the birds, too!)
We chatted for a few minutes about gardening and nature and peacefulness. It was an interaction that lasted only a few minutes.
The irony hit me. I felt sad about the exact same thing that brought her joy.
Before she left, we exchanged introductions. Her name is Grace.
October 2, 2015 at 7:04 am
Sandy, we see the beauty..what a lovely way to start our day.
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