Flying Solo

it is the smallest things that make the difference


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About year ago I went to pick up my daughter at a sleepover (why does anyone use that term? We know they dont sleep) party at a friend's from school. The mom, who I did not know well, asked me in for coffee.

You know how kids love it when they want more time together and they see you chatting? They tell each other - this could go on forever- my mom excells at chatting.

We sat in her lovely backyard and got to know each other. By her pool was an explosion of pink peonies. Not just any pink- but "nancy pink" (the colour my artists named after me in the art studio because of my love of it). I commented on them and she handed me an enormous bouquet at the door.

Loot bag for mom.

Yesterday- a full year later, I find this lovely woman at my door with a bouquet of these same flowers in a vase.

"I thought of you when these bloomed"

When you see how these gestures make you feel you want to spend all your days doing just this kind of thing for others.



7 Comments

Oh Nancy, that's the sweetest, simplest, loveliest thing I've heard in a long time. It made me feel so good I almost feel like I got the flowers. Display them prominently and enjoy your Nancy pink peonies.

Isn't it?!!! When I got them I was about to do a class but I could not leave them alone so I brought them down to the art room, then at dinner back upstairs to the dining room table then at bedtime to my bedside. Seriously.

I say - you get what you give. You are such a giver so people think of you in these thoughtful ways. LOVE it!

I love little kindnesses like these. I love peonies in all colours, but especially that one. And I love you.

And clearly, that woman thinks you're pretty nifty too - you made an impression on her - that's a wonderful thing, Village! Le sigh... how nice. :)

Two things: One that was very kind and I must be doing something very wrong in my garden as my peonies are no were near bloom!!!!!