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Dear Reader,
Andy, my new gardener, is a talented guy, but it's practically impossible to get him to pull an old plant out of the ground and throw it away. A couple of weeks ago, I wanted to spruce up my front yard, so I told Andy to yank the sickly-looking red geraniums and toss them out. But instead, he insisted we transplant the geraniums from the front of the house to the side, where they wouldn't be as noticeable. So, rather than futz over such a minor little detail, I agreed. My crafty gardener positioned the geraniums in-between other strong healthy plants and low and behold, two weeks later, every plant in the side flower bed looks inviting and you can't tell which ones are the "leftovers."
Now I tease Andy, calling him my "leftover" gardener, but he's got me thinking about other leftovers in my life, too.
I live in a historical home and when you think about it, the entire house is a leftover and that's what gives it its charm. When I walk through the low door frames I'm reminded that someone in 1926, (eighty-one years ago), walked through these same doors. The wood floors in my home are original, the curved archways, the dish closet in my sunroom; they're all someone's leftovers that bring me joy every day.
The old end table in my living room, it's a perfect fit in-between the chair and sofa. The bottom shelf on the table looks almost like new, but the top is in terrible shape; rings from water glasses, scratches, and a couple of ink marks. It's definitely showing its age, so I've been searching for a new end table to replace it. But now, after thinking about Andy's leftover approach, I've decided to refinish the table instead.
When I was a kid, leftovers were always a big deal. In our family, leftovers was the name of a main course. Just like pot roast, fried chicken or spare ribs with sauerkraut, "leftovers" had its own recipe card. Open the refrigerator, take out all the bowls that were covered in plastic wrap, and "Dinner is served!" Hmm, sounds pretty good right now.
What's for dinner?
Leftovers.
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