I was in my garden the other day, shifting a couple of plants around. As a new gardener, it seems that every plant needs to be moved at least twice. I noticed that the stem of a rose on my favorite rose bush, it's a delicate pink with a heavenly fragrance, had been broken. Seeking to savor the scent in my home, I went to clip the stem and heard a sweet little voice ... "Kirsten, Kirsten!". I walked toward my rose and heard "Kirsten, I'm here!". It was little Charlotte, my neighbor's youngest daughter, a cute, sassy little girl of three. I gave the rose to her and she loved it.
I went on with the business of deadheading plants and raking the sod in the area of my future patio. Soon, Charlotte returned with a handful of Impatient flower heads and a Petunia flower she had pulled from her mothers plants. She beamed and gave them to me.
"Thank you Charlotte"
I placed my gift in a glass bowl filled with water. It has been a cherished centerpiece on my dining room table for days.
Posted by
Kirsten Waerstad on Sun, Jun 26, 2005 @ 14:06 PM