The First Day of Spring

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It was the first day of spring, and Mrs. Green had big plans. She tiptoed down the stairs before the sun was up, let Ampersand outside, put the kettle on for tea, and pulled out the floral box from the basement. Ampersand barked at the door, and Mrs. Green hurried over to let him in. She was so excited!

Mrs. Green sat at the dining room table and slowly opened the box.  Inside held treasures that gave her great joy year after year. She carefully pulled out each small package, which were marked with brightly colored markers and kept in brown paper, tied with string ever so carefully. Mrs. Green pulled the tray of pots filled with rich dark soil in front of her and began to plan.

By the time Mr. Green came downstairs for breakfast, Mrs. Green had everything ready. Mr. Green looked over Mrs. Green’s shoulder. “You have everything ready, my dear?” Mrs. Green nodded her head and grinned from ear to ear. “I have almost everything planted, but I have reserved a few packages in case our friends want to help. Mrs. Green’s excitement was contagious. Mr. Green loved how Mrs. Green turned something like a tiny seed and a pot of soil into an event.

As the day went on, the Greens had many visitors. Sylvia and Sam popped in and helped plant tomato seeds, Mrs. May stopped by with muffins and helped plant cucumbers, Julia and her mother visited and offered some celery they had been rooting in water, Carlson and the teenagers from Mrs. Green’s voice class came running in the door after school and helped plant the impatiens from seeds they popped open last fall.

By the time the day was over, the dining room table was filled with pots containing seeds that would grow and flourish over the course of spring. The little seeds were lucky, because Mrs. Green took such great care of them day after day. Once, Julia asked Mrs. Green why she was so careful with her plants; Mrs. Green replied, “All living things need to be noticed, to be appreciated, to be loved in order to thrive.” “What is ‘thrive’?” Julia asked. Mr. Green overheard the little girl’s question and replied, “Thrive is what happens when Mrs. Green notices, appreciates, and loves you.”

 

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Copyright T. Neagle Donaldson 2017

T. Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories, 2017. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Terri Neagle Donaldson and stressfreestories with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

 

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The Gift of Time

The Gift Of Time

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Mrs. Green sat in her warm and cozy living room. Her dog Ampersand snuggled close to her as it was a cold Sunday morning. The blades of grass outside her front room window were covered in frost as if to preserve them in time. Mrs. Green pulled out her pocket watch and ran her fingers over the smooth case like she had done so many times before. She listened to the familiar and soothing tick, tick, tick.

Mrs. Green saw things differently. She sat and wondered and wondered and thought. She often heard people say how quickly time goes by, how time flies, or ask where the time had gone. She sat listening to the tick, tick, tick.

Mrs. Green saw each minute as a gift. Each tick representing a moment God gave her. Second by second, hour by hour, day by day, the watch reminded her of the gift. She supposed this idea helped her to slow down and enjoy life. She wondered and sat and sat and wondered. The ticking convinced her more and more with every moment that time was something to be savored not rushed, coming not going, being given not taken away.

Mr. Green came down the stairs and scooped up Ampersand in his arms.  The little dog curled up and buried his nose in Mr. Green’s sleeve. Mr. Green looked at Mrs. Green sitting and wondering. He listened to the tick, tick, ticking of the watch and knew his lovely wife understood things differently than most. He was so thankful for his time with her.

“My dear,” he said, “We have the gift of time. What shall we do with it today?”

 

Copyright Terri Neagle Donaldson 2017

Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories, 2017. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Terri Neagle Donaldson and stressfreestories with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.