I quit driving myself – abandoned my car
Found I’ve been transported to a new world
Peopled by those who still have destinations
And when needing a ride call the S.T.C.
We help each other putting on seatbelts
Check on how each one’s day is unfolding
And sometimes something magical happens
When we tell our stories
Not long ago on one of my trips
A second passenger boarded the van
A smallish woman in a neat knitted cap
With whom I clicked while helping buckle her in
I saw a riot of colorful flowers
Grass, vines and green trees graced her yard
She told about her plants outside and inside
I soon sensed we were kindred souls
And so began our discussion of plants
Like some women have about their grandchildren
She mentioned her birthday coming up in December
I asked her the date and she said “the ninth”
I felt a tingle of recognition
Felt my joy bubbling up
So I replied “Just what I expected.
That date is my birthday, too!”
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Please don’t drive by my house, unless you like crab-grass and creeping Charlie, oh and a dandelion or two or more.
I’m not opposed to weeds. I love dandelions.
So much joy here! That’s just wonderful the connection you’ve made–
I’m glad you sense the joy. It was an amazing encounter. ❤
What a wonderful serendipitous meeting!
It surely was amazing. Thanks, dale
What a great meeting and when least expected!
Yes. Pure serendipity.
Amazing!
It is. I am blessed to travel in this company of people.
You have the best spirit! You are a leader.
Resa, I appreciate your comment. ❤