Two Times
I have three llac bushes at my house. They were blooming for about three days. One of my writer friend’s favorite flowers is the lilac. Since they started to bloom I wanted to gather several of the flower clusters and take it to her. She lives about fifteen minutes away.
The flowers on one of the lilac bushes were starting to look bedraggled and I decided that it had to be now before it was too late. I bought a low clear glass vase earlier. I bought it especially to create a bouquet of lilacs for my lilac-loving friend Jan McLaughlin. At the same time, my snowball bush began to show off its white puff balls of blossoms. I collected snowballs, lilacs, lily of the valley, and a few other purple flowers from my flower patch. The purple and white nosegay looked very nice and springlike.
Jan also enjoys to eat dill pickles and to drink the pickling juice, so I stopped on my way to her home amd bought a jar of midget dill pickles. Friday I delivered the pickles and flowers. I surprised her with a knock on her apartment door. She was very happy to see me. I got a hug and she loved the pickles and flowers. We sat and talked for almost an hour before I had an appointment to keep. All in all, it was an enjoyable time.
Later in the afternoon, I was walking to my mailbox and my phone rang. Now I was surprised. The call was from another of my writing friends, Joanne McGough. I hadn’t seen her in more than a year. I thought it was an odd occurrence to hear from both of my two writer friends in such a short time.
Joanne was checking on me. Apparently she had a dream about me. In the dream I was mean and nasty, not at all like my usual self. The dream was so real that she decided to check on me to be sure that I was okay. We chatted for about twelve minutes until she was sure I was still alive and doing well. After agreeing that we needed to get together at a nearby writers meeting or to meet somewhere for lunch, we said goodbye for now.