Lavender and Old Lace

"come into the garden. . . the cloistered spot where golden lilies tinkled, thrushes sang, and every leaf breathed peace." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

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Location: Oregon, United States

"I've always thought my flowers had souls. . . they seem like real people to me. I've seen the roses rubbing their cheeks together as if they loved eachother, and the forget-me-nots are little blue-eyed children, half afraid of rest." 'Lavender and Old Lace' ~Myrtle Reed~

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Walking and Talking

After spending the afternoon with our 10 year old neighbor boy, I told him I had to leave for a walk. He didn't want me to go because both of his sisters were busy and he wouldn't have anyone to be with and he tried to convince me that I should let him come on the walk with me, but I was going to be listening to lectures, so I told him that he couldn't come because we wouldn't be able to talk.

When I had returned home from my walk/ music lecture, he decided that we should be able to go on a walk now and as we headed down the street he said, "So now we can talk." Our conversation proceeded as follows:

Bethany: "Why couldn't we talk before?"
Neighbor: "Because you were going to be listening to something and wouldn't let me come."
Bethany: "Right, so what do you want to talk about?"
Neighbor: "Oh, well we could talk about life."
Bethany: "Ok, so how is your life right now?"
Neighbor: "Well, right now I'm taking a walk with you, I didn't have anything to do." There was a pasue in the conversation and then he said, "well, we don't have to talk all the time, just if you have anything to say you can just tell me." We took almost the rest of the walk in silence, until we tried to come up with all of tongue twisters we knew, but that didn't last very long because neither of us knew very many.