We stopped at a yard sale today. It was one of those yards sales where the junk has been in the yard for, well, years. Everything was covered in dust. You don't really want to touch anything, but you want to stop to take a look just in case. Martha waited for me in the car. Now that she can't walk any distances Martha sends me in to scout the territory, especially when the pickin's are iffy. What a wasteland, I was thinking! Get me out of here!
The yard was still and quiet as I surveyed the piles of "stuff". I almost missed her at first: a little old lady sitting amid the rubble. She wore a wool hat and a fuzzy old sweater. I poked around long enough to be polite, and even found a couple of items to buy. As I was paying for them, Martha called out from the car, "What lovely roses!"
There in the middle of everything was an ancient rose bush, with a few struggling blooms and buds. The little old lady looked at me and said, "Would you like to take those scissors and cut her a rose?"
She helped me cut the stem at just the right place -- and the gift was given. And a lesson learned. -Merrill
The yard was still and quiet as I surveyed the piles of "stuff". I almost missed her at first: a little old lady sitting amid the rubble. She wore a wool hat and a fuzzy old sweater. I poked around long enough to be polite, and even found a couple of items to buy. As I was paying for them, Martha called out from the car, "What lovely roses!"
There in the middle of everything was an ancient rose bush, with a few struggling blooms and buds. The little old lady looked at me and said, "Would you like to take those scissors and cut her a rose?"
She helped me cut the stem at just the right place -- and the gift was given. And a lesson learned. -Merrill
(Photo: The Monte Vista Avenue rose. A special gift received on Sunday, November 4th.)
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