Alternatively titled: It’s a small world
She lives five minutes from me.
We have the same sunny soft yellow painted on our walls.
We shop at the same Kroger.
We go to the same library.
She knows where I buy my falaffel and turnip sandwich because it’s not far from her house.
And the kicker?
Lurker Rachel and I go to the same church.
At a bloggy meetup last fall when I heard that one of the other bloggers also attended my church (it’s very large), I asked her, “So, whose Sunday School class are you in?”
She replied, “Yours.”
Rachel’s and my path have intersected for many years, and we had so much fun asking, “Do you know…” questions and laughing when we realized how much we had in common, except for when it came to our gardens.
Because mine is nothing like hers.
She has no fear of the wavy lines and asymmetry in her garden, and I am so bound by straight and balanced. She had hydrangeas by the boatload, and azaleas and gardenias and these purple things that she told me the name of and I can’t remember.
And she had tons of pansies which were still very much alive because she, gasp, waters them, and all mine are dead and I’m not jealous about that one bit, no ma’am.
Pansies are one of my favorite flowers because they’re a great way to get color in the yard early in the season when it’s still cool. Every time I see a pansy I remember our wedding day.
To get to the church where we were married, one had to drive by a nursery and that morning they had set out their first pansies of the season with a ginormous sign out front that said, “The pansies are in!”. While we were standing on the platform during that part of the ceremony where you’re supposed to gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes while someone sings a song, I started to get a little misty.
Mr. CPQ was highly concerned that I would turn into one of the women on America’s Funniest Home Videos that simply collapses from the overwhelming emotion of the day, and so he was trying to distract me and whispered to me, “Guess what? The pansies are in.”
The most romantic day of our life together and he’s talking about pansies?
I got tickled that he pulled something so random out of thin air that I stopped crying and started laughing and the crisis was averted.
I didn’t have time to tell Lurker Rachel that story because we started talking about on-line dating (she wants her sons to sign up for it – this is a woman who is READY for grandchildren) and antique shopping. As I was getting ready to leave, I asked if I could take her picture for the blog and she preferred to not plaster her picture all over the Internet and remain anonymous, but she did let me shoot this picture of her dragonfly necklace which she said was not like Kristin’s shoes, but it spoke to her personality.
Did she know I also liked dragonflies?
It is a small world after all.
Have a nice day.