The old man's yard was unique to him. Two beautiful cherry trees heralded each spring's return, their lowest branches adorned with hanging baskets full of faded plastic blossoms. A garden of pinwheels stood at the foot of one. He had a sense of whimsy.
The old man disappeared a few months back. The Lincoln is gone--a neighbor parks his car in the empty driveway now. The garden is overgrown, but the pinwheels, hidden in the knee high grass, remind me that the old man had once been there and I smile.
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Your post made me smile and made me cry. Your post read like the beginning of a book I would like to curl up and read... I wanted to know more about this beautiful man that left his mark with his whimsical faded flowers and pinwheels.
Susan, I loved this...thank you. It reminded me of the gentleman elders in my neighborhood, the ones who walk around and check out what's going on, never in a hurry, always glad to stop and chat...until the day they don't stop by any more. Makes me feel grateful for all the time I had this winter for leaning-on-the shovel chats with them, while I built my front garden.
Very nice, Susan.
Hi,
I must say this entire site is amazing and very inspirational...love the photos!!
You must be very proud of yourself.
hi have you moved blog??
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