Help Yourself to the Flowers
How to receive your heart’s desire
I drive a short distance in the mornings to a charming 1760 inn that is now a restaurant and events venue. I leave the car at the back of the ample parking area, empty at that time of day, to enjoy walking the country roads in the vicinity.
As I start on my stroll, I pass a quaint yellow house circa the same time period. A large garden with rows of flowers and vegetables line the side yard. And I always admire the giant zinnias when in bloom in front of the house. The abundant display dances along a stretch of stonewall that is just a little lower in height than the multi-colored beauties.
I smile and think how wonderful it would be to have these on one’s property and be able to cut some regularly to bring into the house. I am a fan of flowers and these are just so happy.
Meet the neighbors.
The zinnias have a mom and a dad. I meet the young couple while they are working out front one day. I forget their names now as this recollection is set a few years ago, but I remember they told me how they were to be married later that summer.
I tell them how I admire their flowers and how they start my walks off in a joyous way.
