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Dear Reader,
The gleam in my grandson's eyes. I know how he feels. I recognize the look.
His lips slightly parted, eyes as big as the first peek on Christmas morning. He's affected like me when I'm looking around a flower nursery. It's as if a rainbow entered my soul and a pot of gold is within me. I want to get lost in this candy store of color.
"Can I look around Grandma?" His voice trailing off, my grandson is already halfway down an aisle filled with pansies.
I'm admiring the marigolds. They look healthy, in real good shape. I don't need any in my garden right now, but how can I pass up such healthy looking plants? The leaves are a deep green, no browning, drooping or wrinkling of the leaves. Lucky me. Most people fill their shopping carts with plants whose flowers are at their peak. Gorgeous-looking at the moment, but in a few days the blooms wither and need to be pinched away.
I have a little conversation with some plants that are tipped over. After I set them upright, I check to see if they need water. Sometimes I alert an employee about a plant that desperately needs a drink. They say thank you, but I can tell they think I'm a strange-bird.
I look up and my grandson is standing in front of me balancing a long flat of light pink Vinca. My grandson hasn't checked to see if these beauties need to be planted in full sun, shade, or part-sun/part-shade, he just slides the flat onto the rack underneath our cart. 'Just where are we going to put these plants?' That's what I'm thinking. But I'm sure I'll find a place, I always do. Anyway, how can I say no to a cute little squirt, balancing a long flat of plants? I can't. I can't even talk myself into not buying the marigolds that I don't need.
My grandson and I hurry toward the checkout counter. He stops along the way in front of the yellow daisies. I see that look in his eyes again. I look away. I have no willpower today. We've got to get out of here. We're addicted to the colors, the beauty and the peace we feel when we're surrounded by plants. Offer us a chair, we could sit here all afternoon. But oh my, that would be an expensive afternoon.
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Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
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Erotic tales of the dangerous and divine. From a Welsh spinster who receives a mandrake root that transforms her sex life, to a lonely rainmaker in Oklahoma--TREMBLE inspires body and soul.
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