“When you have only two pennies left in the world,
buy a loaf of bread with one and a flower with the other.”
Everything is pretty to a child. While I might point to this or that to include in a bouquet . . . these little girls are far ahead of me. Who would have thought to put an “itchy ball” from the Sycamore tree into the bouquet . . . or the leaves of a large dandelion? Not me. But then, what do I know? That’s why I’m not a florist and my little granddaughters might as well be. How long do you think that women and girls have been gathering bunches of flowers ? Since the beginning I believe. These little ladies asked for cups and water and tenderly arranged their bouquets.
Then, they talked about things. Just things. I couldn’t hear what they were saying because I was quite far away. But I could see their eyes . . . and their little smiles.
I watched the love grow between these little granddaughters. The whispered. They comforted. They smiled. Keeley was patient and kind. Clara was loving and thoughtful. From far away, I could see it all without disturbing a single moment.
“Our best thoughts come from others.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-