Once upon a time, on a Sunday afternoon a mother and a daughter went on a hunt for hanging baskets.
Driving down a dirt road, the mother, with a glass of kool-aid in her hand, laughed at the daughter’s mile long house project list & her impatience.
“My daughter, you have the whole summer,” she spoke, “take your time, learn to have patience.”
The daughter huffed at her mothers advice, stared out the window at the countless farmed fields of green.
The two pulled their white automobile into the parking lot of Hidden Hollow, a greenhouse owned by the mother’s brother, and stepped out of the car.
Instantly, the daughter forgot her to-do list. The mother forgot her daughter’s impatience. They were both overwhelmed with the scents of beauty, the sense of calmness, & the escape they both craved on their Sunday afternoon.
Their finger tips brushed the colorful snap dragons, bobbing their heads in the breeze. They smelled the growth of Roma tomatoes, eager for the arrival of August. They found themselves in a tranquil state of happiness.
In each arm they grabbed hanging baskets, over-flowing with sun-kissed petunias and white asylums. They hugged cherry tomato pots and felt the yellow buds tickle their skin. They found a heart to remember the grandmother who left last May, a way to always have her close to what she loved most.
They drove home, with a full trunk, intoxicating smells, and their Sunday was nothing short of blissful.
