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Anna welcomed everyone. She was a natural at placing regulars and new arrivals at ease. Hiring her was the best move Frank ever made. Youthful, vibrant, a seeker of life, that summed up a part of who she was. Loving and caring following closely behind.
Other’s held the position before her, showing xenophobic tendencies (stranger fearing) as he described them. Not so Anna, thankfully. Every visitor to his humble abode was welcomed with open arms. He found her a constant delight, refreshing, open.
Still, he hadn’t been able to make inroads into her heart. With him, she was standoffish, distant, on alert. He wondered why. A gentleman from start to finish, he took his cues from her, responding accordingly. Frank remained careful, holding her at arm’s length, never crossing boundaries or moving too fast.
He valued everything about her. With time, he hoped she’d see him in a different light but short of asking her outright and endangering the fragile gift of friendship they currently shared, he was at a loss. Dare he risk losing her by asking for more? Time, he’d give it a little more time and then he’d make his move. Perhaps time would provide the answers he sought.
Samantha sat quietly, planning the flowers and setting for Aileen’s upcoming birthday party. An event that would include half the town. She’d already determined which colours and plants would grace the head table, but she was having second thoughts about what to use on the guest tables.
Aileen was known as a hell-raiser. She was quite proud of the fact. If even half of the stories she’d heard about Aileen were true, the description fit her to a tee. With that thought in mind, Sam had designed a large set of smooching lips set in ice, filled with red dye to grace the head table. Aileen’s daughter Angeline had viewed the ideas two weeks ago and had applauded with delight. “Sam, you’ve captured her and the mood, it’s definitely going to be good times for all.”
Sam reflected on her own youth. She had grown up around older people, her parents having been in their late forties when they finally had her. Since she hadn’t grown up with other siblings, she’d lived a more subdued life than most.
Not that she was complaining. Through her aunt, she’d learned the fine art of choosing quality furniture from replicas, and she’d traveled to Europe and France in particular. Therefore she’d been more “mature” as she preferred to call her lifestyle than most her age.
Since she’d opened her business, it’s growth had been uppermost in her mind. The long hours hadn’t allowed for much entertaining, a fact she’d planned on rectifying and soon.
Sam felt privileged at hiring Lanie and Sarah. Both had strengths in decorating and arranging. More than that, they were effusive, vibrant, bold and daring. Nothing subdued about either of these two delightful women. Some of their ebullience had rubbed off on her as well. She noticed she’d begun to relax more, take life less seriously and enjoy more.
It would take a great deal of work to implement, but she’d make smaller versions of the lip smaking surprise and place them at intervals down the guest tables. A conversation starter for all and if she planned it correctly, they’d last for several hours. Problem solved.
This was my special place. Whether anyone wandered these same paths or I walked alone, this was my personal vigil. My purpose, to imprint the unique and special appeal every season brings. To mark the beginning of every season, I saunter through this picturesque location along a waterfront filled with luxuriant growth. I can’t help but marvel at the changes and beauty each season brings, delighted at the pleasure and rejuvenation found here.
Spring fills me with expectancy and joy as I witness trees bud and new growth form, a promise of things to come. The lovely fresh aroma is so distinct with a piquancy in the air that surrounds, envelopes. Soon blossoms will bring their own delicate scent. There’s a comfort here.
Ah summer! Bringing warmth, a feeling of relaxed peacefulness with powder blue skies above. Summer fills you with endless possibilities. Thoughts of travel fill my mind as I saunter along the path. As my gaze moves upward I take great pleasure in the canopy the leaves have created overhead. The sun’s welcoming arms open wide, bidding all to partake in her joy while the ground below is dappled with sunlight.
Suddenly, it’s autumn. There’s something about autumn. Could it be that zing in the air, that infuses me with vigor and enthusiasm? Leaves are vibrant, rich with colour whether yellow, orange or red. Beneath my feet a few fallen soldiers lay. They crunch underfoot as they cover the earth, their crispness adding a punch as earthy aroma fills my nostrils.
Overnight it seems, winter is upon us. I again meander down the same path across the same ground, now softened, hushed with a blanket of snow. The sun’s warmth has cooled, but on such a crisp morning as this, provocative still, creating a glistening dazzling show. Somtimes stark in it’s beauty, at others hushed and soft, perhaps crisp and cold, it too has a zing.
As long as I am able, this path I will walk, in remembrance of seasons passed and those to come.