the flower show

Friday I did something I had never done before .. .

Initially I thought I would simply drive the country roads in search of beautiful fields of daffodils.

I envisioned stopping on the side of the road, hopping over ditches, crawling under fences .. .

you know, we've all done that.

I drove leisurely through the country roads, pulling over to let the vehicles that had a purpose to their day pass by.

In time, I came upon signs directing me to the small community flower show.

Parked outside the community hall was a variety of retirement living small buses.
There were some retired community folks helping with the parking.
The sign said .. .
Entrance .. still only $2.00.

I had my debit card, my credit card .. .but no cash.

I had left my vehicle at home and had taken my beloved's truck.
I stopped and started to rummage through his console ...
counting up quarters, dimes and nickles.
I made the $2.00 with a few dimes to spare.

I paid my fee at the door ..
chit chatted with the local ladies eager to welcome me . .
and entered the hall that was fragrant with "real fragrance".

All around me were retired couples taking their time strolling about.
There were many small groups of ladies admiring the hundreds of varieties of daffodils.
There was a group of school children politely filing in towards the stage to participate as a hand bell choir.


At the far end of the hall, a tea room was buzzing with activity.
Clearly several of the groups from the retirement homes had claimed some of the seats and were enjoying their tea.

I felt like a bit of an odd duck.

This seemed curious to me.

I wondered then, when the last time I had been to a proper flower show.

As best as I can recollect .. .

it was likely years ago at the local fair . . .

but I'm not certain that truly counts.

The flower show from years ago was more a side building holding the summer dahlias and gladiolas.

I was certainly not alone .. .

taking my time . .

watching ..

and

enjoying.

I do know this though . .

next year . .

I'll go again.

Camera and me . .

(I'm thinking of giving her a name)

Next year when I go, I'll be certain to take along a bit more change.

I'm certain there were scones ..

and devonshire cream. .

and perhaps even some lemon curd.

I came home quite happy with myself.

I went straight away to the barn ..

and said. .

"guess where I was?"

he said. .

"tell me"

"a flower show".. .I said (not unlike a small child)

"really .. . by yourself ?" he said

"it was wonderful" I said

Today you must run over to see Jill, she is celebrating again.

I say again with a smile, realizing that as a blogger,

our friendship has spanned more than

a "small" season of time.

Jill is my friend ..

Happy Birthday Jill.

Yesterday as we were planning our week .. .

he let it slip that there may be an out of town flower show in our plans. .

(smirk)

Well, I'm off for a walk ..

oh goodness, I resolve again afresh to become a fit girl .. .

I can do this. . .

"pedometer .. .shall we go ?"

Have a wonderful week my friends.