Clouds moved in and caused darkness

Rain fell from the clouds

Trees swayed and twitched.

Leaves tumbled down and danced around

The water ruffled into one- way waves

Everything was moved

The wind did it all.  I know ’cause I saw.

FLOW

There is a spot where nothing grows.

The soil is hard. The shade is deep. The slope is steep.

But we can fix that.

It’s a lovely spot on the hill, over-looking the water, under the fig tree.

Mr. Flower and I are working on it.

We have loaded in soil by the wagon loads and Bunny-fertilizer by the buckets full.

Now that the leaves are falling, they are being added into the mix.

There are plants that need that spot you see.

They are in the wrong place, they are crowded, not enough this or that

They cannot grow nor bloom where they are.

They need transportation and relocation.

So they can thrive instead of just survive.

That’s what we gardeners do. We give plants a chance to be their best.

We can’t grow and bloom for them.

But we can give them a place to do it and the right resources to help.

You wait until next spring. This spot will go from barren to bountiful.

It’s a beautiful feeling, this win-win.  We all grow.

FLOW

Well, actually I took them both.  The shovel stayed home.

I don’t think the city folk would appreciate a dirty shovel in their fancy buildings.

I parked in a parking deck and swung myself about a quarter mile

through doors, up elevators and down corridors to find my destination.

I use the word swung instead of walk because I like to use my crutches like a personal swing set.

This gives both my legs a rest, the hurt one and the now over-worked one.

I have been here before you see. It is not my first Crippled Rodeo. I am a seasoned performer.

The lobby was full of pitiful patients. I was the perkiest person there. I was almost ashamed to be among all this obvious suffering.

I fidgeted feet, twittled thumbs, tapped knees and hummed.

I had to swing back up to the front desk twice for instructions.

Finally, it was my turn to go back. For my last trick, I held both crutches under my left arm for support and carried my purse and medical chart with my right hand.

These folks needed to see how it was done.

Dr. Beaver is like a breeze and sunshine.  Some people just have a happy aura. ( Sorry, no photo ladies.)

We discussed my overzealousness in the Charleston gardens and my precious parents.

I got both my hurt, real knee and my artificial, expensive knee x-rayed.

He then took out a LONG needle and shot a miracle through and into my knee.

I carried out my crutches and swung my new orange purse.

This is not the end of the story.  But for now, I am back in action.

Shovel only!  Hooray.