Yesterday, I poured my heart out in this post.
One of the things I wrote about, was the lack of flowers in my yard post-car accident. I miss gardening and I miss the joy of having flowers bloom. Because of the warm climate here, it's possible to have flowers (of one sort or another), blooming pretty much year round.
Ironically, yesterday was Annual Tree Trimming Day at my house. Every fall we have a company come out and trim all of our trees. Tree trimming is a necessity in my little canyon. Fall marks the beginning of the Santa Ana wind season. Winds up to, or surpassing, 70 mph aren't unusual at my house. Santa Ana winds often take down even the sturdiest of trees. Trimming, and thinning out, trees allows the wind to go through them and make them less likely to uproot in fierce winds. (Uprooted trees lead to costly damage.)
Blah, blah, blah!
I'm sure you wanted to know all about tree trimming in the canyons of Southern California, didn't you?
So yesterday, the tree trimmers came.
Midday, the owner of the company stopped by to check on his crew of workers. We chatted for awhile and then he left.
A minute later the doorbell rang.
When I answered the door, the owner stood there looking at me.
"I forgot something," he said.
He paused; I waited.
"I noticed when I was in the neighborhood the other day you have some empty pots. I brought some extra flowers out today thinking you might want us to fill a couple of your planters and pots with them."
:: Blink ::
:: Blink ::
This man does not read Twenty Four At Heart.
He doesn't know Twenty Four At Heart even exists.
He showed up on my doorstep with flowers because he noticed some empty pots and thought I might want them.
Embarrassed, he nodded towards the pathway to my house where flats of beautiful, flowers were laid out.
I smiled at him.
I surprised the hell out of him by giving him a huge hug.
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