On the coldest, rainiest day last week I could not stand the emptiness any longer.
Yes, I was alone again, but I am not talking about an empty house.
It was all those empty pots.
Their yawning maws were calling me every time I walked by.
I had tried to find the right pansies numerous times in the past month. I need a pretty face you see.
So on this dreary day, I ventured out to yet another location to scrounge for plants.
I stood in the pouring rain and carefully selected each six-pack of pansies (one viola).
When I finally brought my flat to the check-out, I was soaked and dripping.
The check-out person had obviously been watching my pansy picking.
“You must have really needed some pansies today.” she said as she checked me out.
“It was an emergency.” was my reply.
I feel a “Pine Needle Run” coming on next week.
I hope I won’t have to do that in the rain, too.
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