Early Saturday morning Mrs. Green got up and headed out to the farm store. She wanted to pick up some fresh vegetables to make a big salad for dinner. Mrs. Green loved the small store attached to the nursery. It was full of brightly colored fruits and vegetables in wooden crates. Small chalkboards hung on the walls and sat tucked in between the tomatoes, eggplant, and green beans. Each board was written on in beautiful, swirly script, labeling the produce and the sales of the day. Every corner of the store was filled with something beautiful. Mrs. Green loved to and look at it all.
Phoebe was the woman who managed the store. Phoebe was an artist but she didn’t know it. When she began working at the farm store it was a musty smelling, old, run down place few people took notice of. Phoebe transformed it into a beautiful shop with something to look at in every nook and corner.
Mrs. Green was not social friends with Phoebe, yet they were not acquaintances either. Mrs. Green was a big fan of Phoebe. They talked each time Mrs. Green went to the store. They talked about real things like how Mrs. Green was coming along with all her visitors. Phoebe looked Mrs. Green directly in the eye when she asked about Mrs. Green’s week. She wanted to know if Mrs. Green had seen the baby deer, if Bartholomew was ready to go into hibernation, if Juliette was progressing with her English, if Carson and the teenage singing group were still working on Carson’s times tables. She genuinely wanted to know. Phoebe was not only an artist who could draw beautiful swirly script turning chalk boards into art and an old farm store into a designer shop, she was an artist who transformed people and how they felt about themselves. When you spoke to Phoebe you were important. When you spoke to Phoebe you were valuable, not for what you did or what people thought of you, but because you were valuable.
What Mrs. Green did not know, and had never imagined, was how Phoebe loved it when Mrs. Green came into the shop. Mrs. Green was the only person in Phoebe’s entire life who noticed how wonderful Phoebe was; the only one.
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