Phoebe

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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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Oh Deer

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It had been a busy week. The Green’s waited and waited for the mama deer to return. They knew a mother deer often left a baby for about six hours to look for food.  After ten hours passed they decided they would need to help. They did a bit of research and bought some goats milk.  Mr. Green gave Mrs. Green the warm bottle. She was careful as she approached the doe. The baby popped right up and came over to Mrs. Green. It was famished and drank the bottle quickly. Mrs. Green tiptoed back to the kitchen window with the empty bottle in her hand. The baby deer returned to its spot in the tall grass.

By Sunday night Mr. Green decided he would put up a garden fence around the baby just to prevent anyone from disturbing it. It came to them willingly when the bottle was presented but then returned to its spot on the ground, like an obedient child waiting for its mother.

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The Green’s were busy taking turns bottle feeding the baby all week long. Everyone came and went in and out of the Green’s as if it were a normal week. They were all curious and enamored by the sweet baby deer, all curled up in the back of the lot, by the stream.  Juliette was particularly enchanted by it. She swung on the hammock and sang to it in French on Tuesday morning when she came to visit. “Will you keep it forever, and ever?” She asked Mrs. Green hopefully. Mrs. Green said they were just looking after it for its mama. As much as Mrs. Green wanted to see the doe’s mama return, she was enjoying the little doe and the late night feedings.

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Carson climbed up to the tippy top of the climbing tree on Wednesday, and looked out with his binoculars to see if he saw any deer in the distance. While everyone thought the deer was cute, Carson felt bad for it. “You can tell she is waiting. She keeps going back to the same spot. It’s like she was told to stay there.” Mrs. Green liked this side of Carson. He had a lot of empathy for others. She knew this would serve him well as he grew up.

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Thursday music practice consisted of soft lullabies in the backyard. The tiny doe was lulled off to sleep only to be woken up again as soon as the singing stopped. No one wanted to leave when it was time to go. They stayed on and did homework and ate pizza by the stream. They looked on with curiosity as Mrs. Green gave the baby its evening bottle.

Friday night Sylvia and Sam came over. They were having a nice evening when about 9:00 it began to rain. It started off soft at first and then it poured. The wind blew and big raindrops covered the yard. As quickly as the storm began it stopped. Mrs. Green asked Mr. Green to go check on the deer. When he opened the back yard he heard something. It was a strange cry. They all ran to the door. In spite of the storm the night was lit by the moon. They looked out by the stream and much to their surprise they saw the mother deer standing right by the garden fence with the baby beside it. The mother was calling to the baby and the baby obeyed. It backed up and leapt over the fence with little to no effort at all. Off they ran into the night. They were both gone in the blink of an eye. The Greens, Sylvia, and Sam, all stood at the door in a daze. They were so happy the mama came back and so sad the babysitting was over.  There didn’t seem to be much more to say. Sylvia and Sam went home and the Greens went up to bed. They felt all mixed up inside. Where had the mother been and why did it take her so long to come back? As she tried to go off to sleep Mrs. Green was happy and sad all at the same time.

Saturday morning Mr. and Mrs. Green went outside and crossed the stream. As they began to take down the small fence, they were startled by a rustling in the distance. They looked up from their work. Much to their surprise, several yards away, they saw the mother and the baby standing side by side in the tall grass. The mother stood tall, proud, and perfectly still. She looked Mrs. Green directly in the eye as if to say, thank you. Mr. Green noticed this to. Then the two deer leapt off into the distance and they were gone again. Mrs. Green began to cry and Mr. Green came and put his arms around her. “I know” he said. “They are happy tears.” Mrs. Green insisted. Mr. Green just held her and said, “I know.”

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All Mamas Need a Little Help Now and Then

Mrs. Green stepped outside into the dew covered grass early Saturday morning. With a basket in her hands, she headed over to the vegetable garden to pick cherry tomatoes. Bartholomew, the box turtle sat on a nearby stump. He seemed to be enjoying the hum of the crickets and waiting for the bright morning sunshine. Mrs. Green snapped off a round, bright red, juicy tomato, and placed it on the stump in front of him. Bartholomew wasted no time. He took a huge bite out of the side of the tomato. He seemed to smile at her, like a child up to some mischief, as the tomato burst open, squirting seeds out of the corners of his mouth.

Ampersand ran a happy lap around the perimeter of the lot. This was his custom every morning. He usually took off, full force out the door, and did not stop sprinting until he checked out every corner of the yard with his own eyes. Today he stopped short just before the stream. He stood very still for a moment and then began to back up a few steps. His eyes were fixed on something. Mrs. Green knew Ampersand had a good eye, and great instincts. She put down her basket, and without a word slowly walked across the grass and stood by his side. Ampersand stood like a statue.

It only took a moment for Mrs. Green to see what Ampersand was looking at. Just over the stream, in a bit of tall grass, lay a very small fawn. It was all curled up in a ball. Its eyes were open, but it did not stir. Ampersand backed up a few steps as if to tell Mrs. Green not to disturb the sweet baby’s morning nap.
fawn-597531__180Mrs. Green tiptoed into the house and tiptoed back out to the yard with her camera. She kept a respectful distance as she took a few pictures and quietly went inside. The tomato picking could wait. From her kitchen window, she could see where the tall grass lay flat. She watched and waited for the baby’s mama. Mrs. Green knew it was normal for a baby deer to be left while the mother went looking for food. She would keep a watchful eye out anyway. Mrs. Green knew; all mamas need a little help now and then.

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Back To School Breakfast

It was the last Saturday before school started. Mr. Green didn’t have to wake Mrs. Green in the morning. She seemed to have a permanent, internal clock set for 6 am. They climbed into Mrs. Green’s old Rolls Royce named Rosy, while the dew was still on the grass, and the morning air was still crisp.

When they got to the Double T Diner the waitress smiled at them. She was rushing around the dining room, but gave them a friendly nod. They settled into a corner booth. Mr. Green looked over the menu trying to decide between waffles and French toast. Mrs. Green did not even open her menu. This Saturday morning breakfast had been the same ever since she started teaching years ago. She would not break with tradition, even if she was retired.

The waitress quickly took Mr. Green’s order. She exchanged a knowing glance with Mrs. Green and said, “The usual?” Mrs. Green smiled and nodded her head.

Their breakfast came quickly. Mr. Green enjoyed his French toast with extra syrup and whipped cream, and Mrs. Green thoroughly enjoyed her gigantic, banana split! It was the best back to school breakfast anyone ever had!

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The Only Time Mr. Green Felt Like Being Loud

Mrs. Green looked forward to the county fair every year. Mr. Green looked forward to it as well, but for different reasons.

Every year they had the same plan. They walked down the long gravel road, past the tractors and  to the barns. They saw all the animals, the prize winning cows, the baby piglets, and the sheep. Then they circled around to the fresh lemonade stand, and the funnel cake trailer. Mr. Green spent the entire time with one eye on the Ferris wheel, and the other on the swings. Mr. Green loved the rides. Mrs. Green loved the people.

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Everyone was at the fair, and it seemed to Mr. Green that Mrs. Green knew everyone. Mr. Green was patient when Mrs. Green talked to someone she used to know. Mr. Green was patient when Mrs. Green talked to someone she wanted to know. Mr. Green was patient when Mrs. Green talked to someone she did know. Oh, it wasn’t that Mr. Green was not talkative, friendly, and social. Mr. Green just used up all of his words much faster than Mrs. Green did. He waited and he tried to join in on the conversations. He tried to be attentive. He tried to look interested. However, in the back of his mind, all Mr. Green could think about was the flashing lights, and the spinning rides.

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It happened the same way every year. About a half an hour before the fair closed Mrs. Green realized what time it was and rushed Mr. Green from ride to ride. Mr. Green loved this sudden rush of excitement and he loved to be loud on the rides. It was the only time Mr. Green felt like being loud, and he took advantage of it.

In those last few minutes before the fair closes down for the week, if you were to see two adults rushing from ride to ride, and if you were to hear two adults whooping, and hollering, in exhilaration, as they were spinning around, and around, and up, and down, you would know, without a doubt, you saw the Greens.

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What a Welcome!

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A big, bright, blue, full moon welcomed the Greens as they pulled into the driveway late at night. Sue brought Ampersand home earlier that evening so he would be there to greet them after their long trip. Their shadows followed them as they stepped out of the car and stretched their legs after the long drive. The moon light cast beautiful shadows over the yard and seemed bigger and bluer than the ocean they had left behind. It felt like they had brought a bit of the ocean home with them.

Mrs. Green did not linger long. She walked into the kitchen door. Ampersand was sleeping upstairs. She called him. He did not stir. She held the kitchen door open and called him again. He walked down the stairs slowly at first. Ampersand would not get too excited until he was sure it was her. Mrs. Green called him a third time. This time he knew it was her. Ampersand raced down the stairs like a bolt of lightening. He jumped right up into Mrs. Green’s arms. He licked her face and screeched in excitement. The noise he made was pure pleasure and happiness. Mrs. Green tried to hold him but he was too excited. She reassured him she had missed him just as much as he had missed her.

She ushered him into the brightly lit back yard. Oh how he ran in circles around her! Mr. Green stood back and watched the happy reunion. Mrs. Green threw the ball for Ampersand over and over. She let him run, bark, and jump up and down as much as he needed to. The Green’s laughed out loud at their happy dog.

When Ampersand finally realized he was not dreaming and he was all worn out, he jumped into Mrs. Green’s arms, tucked his nose into her elbow and fell fast asleep. Mr. Green unpacked the car and let the two sit and enjoy the reunion. No one welcomed you home like your dog.

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The Last Day at the Shore

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It was the Greens last day at the ocean. Very early in the morning Mr. and Mrs. Green walked along the shore line side by side, hand in hand. The footprints they left behind were soon washed out to sea leaving a clean slate for the next person to create their own memory.

Mrs. Green felt the end of things was more precious than the beginning. At the end of something wonderful she was left with a permanent imprint. It was not like the footprints in the sand. Her sincere appreciation for the stunning wonder of this world, was going home with her, making her more beautiful, fascinating, and appreciative of all God had given her.

Mrs. Green did not try to hold onto the moment. She had learned to appreciate the ocean without trying to grasp the waves in her hand.  She knew the beauty was the permanent gift she would take with her. The miracle of the sun rising and setting over the ocean was not lost on her. She looked out over the water and up to the skyline and felt intensely grateful. The cool waves rolled in and covered her ankles. The sky seemed bluer than a sapphire. The ocean seemed to lift her soul and carry her along to a hidden place where childlike happiness dwelt.

Even though Mrs. Green did not try to hold onto the moment, the moment seemed to hold onto her. She was no longer content to go on a walk along the shore. She turned and ran into the ocean. Mr. Green was surprised for only a moment and then he ran, fully clothed and in his shoes, into the ocean past the break of the waves to join her.

The Green’s played in the waves like two young children. They frolicked in the cool white foamy surf. They laughed out loud. On this trip they had allowed the stunning sunsets, blue skies, white sand, and glistening ocean to renew their spirits. They were truly grateful for the experience.

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The Ocean

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Mrs. Green did not always love to swim in the ocean. Early on in her marriage she was afraid of many things. The ocean was one of them. She had spent many years as a child trying to embrace the waves and the strong current on the beaches of Maryland and Delaware. Time and time again she found herself scraped up by the sand, tumbling backwards with water up her nose.

It was one trip in particular that changed not only how Mrs. Green felt about the ocean, but how she felt about life. The Green’s, Silvia and Sam took a trip together a few years after they were married. They were so excited. They planned the trip for months in advance. They saved and looked forward to it during the long cold days from January to the hot, hot days in July. They packed up their cars and headed to Bethany.

They were going to spend the entire day on the beach. They had beach chairs, blankets and coolers full of drinks and sandwiches. Mrs. Green set everything up. She had a book in hand and settled herself in her chair with her sunglasses on and her feet buried in the warm sand.

Mr. Green, Sylvia and Sam spent the day diving into the water, body surfing, and floating way out beyond the break of the waves. Mrs. Green waved and sat hot and sandy on the beach. She stood with the lap of the waves brushing over her feet now and then to try and cool off. Mr. Green, Sylvia and Sam kept asking her if she wanted to come in. Mrs. Green offered to serve lunch. They tried to call her from the water laughing and splashing. Mrs. Green offered them a cool drink. They offered her the inner tube and the raft. Mrs. Green put on more sunscreen.

The entire day went by. Mr. Green, Sylvia, and Sam had a wonderful time. Mrs. Green felt crispy, sticky, and hot. It was later that night when they were alone that Mrs. Green confessed to Mr. Green that she was a tiny bit afraid of the ocean. She wanted to join in but she wasn’t quite sure how.

The next day Mr. Green was prepared. He was excited to show his knew wife just how fun the ocean could be. He held her hand and out they walked early in the morning before most people were up. The tide was in and the waves were big. A little boy and his grandfather were the only ones in the ocean. They were riding the waves in on their bellies and laughing and having a grand time. Mrs. Green bravely followed Mr. Green into the water. When the first wave came Mr. Green held her hand and said,

“Dive under!”

Mr. Green dove under and pulled Mrs. Green with him. She came up sputtering and gulping just in time for the next big wave. Mrs. Green pulled her hand away and was smacked in the face and tumbled backwards up onto the sand. As she tried to stand up the water around her was pulling her body out towards the next big wave that hit her right in the face.

She wiped the salt water from her eyes and looked up. Standing on either side of her was the little boy and his grandfather. They offered her a hand and helped her to her feet just as Mr. Green was riding in a big wave next to her. He said thank you as Mrs. Green caught her breath. Mr. Green held her hand again and slowly walked her out into the ocean.

The morning went on. Sylvia and Sam and other vacationers soon arrived at the beach. A group of young teenage girls set up their chairs right next to the Green’s on one side and the little boy and his grandfather set up their chairs on the other. Mrs. Green sat on the beach and regrouped after lunch. She had two bruised knees a scrap on her back and red eyes from all the salt water.

It wasn’t just her knees that were bruised. Mrs. Green’s ego was a little bruised as well. She heard the snickers of the young girls as she tumbled up onto the shore. She saw the whispering that went back and forth. She watched as the little boy and his grandfather road on the waves with ease. She heard Mr. Green, Sylvia, and Sam having a grand time and Mrs. Green felt just as she was, on unsteady ground and all washed up on the shore.

The little boy and his grandfather sat down on their chairs next to Mrs. Green. They had seen Mrs. Green try again and again. They had seen how she kept getting up and they had seen the snickers of the young girls. The little boy looked over at Mrs. Green and it was as if he knew just how she was feeling. He was watching Mrs. Green as he took a huge bite and swallowed his baloney sandwich. He looked out at the ocean and said,

“You are not going to give up, are you?”

Mrs. Green looked in the very same direction as the little boy. She took a deep breath and tried hard to remember who she was. She remembered that Mr. Green, who was her family, was very important to her. She remembered that they had come on this trip to spend time together with their good friends. She remembered that she had always been an active and vibrant part of all the things they did. She remembered that she was not someone who easily gave in to the opinion of others. She knew that  the girls who were snickering at her did not know her. They did not know she was fiercely determined. They did not know she was not easily shaken.   She was a person who wanted to be part of life. She was not someone who sat on the shore. Mrs. Green remembered that she wanted to learn to swim in the ocean. She looked at her bruised knees and scraped up hands and silently prayed for help.

She looked over at the little boy. He and his grandfather were now looking her right in the eye. She sighed a heavy sigh, pulled herself together and said,

“I don’t want to give up.”

It was at that moment that the grandfather stood up. His grandson stood as well. He offered Mrs. Green a gentlemanly hand and said,

“That is just what I hoped you would say.” They walked to the water and he asked Mrs. Green a question. “First of all you have to know what it is you want to to do. What do you want to learn? Do you want to get past the waves and float around? Do you want to dodge the waves and dive under? Do you want to ride the waves and body surf?”

Mrs. Green was starting to feel like herself again. She knew the answer right away. She did not dodge or float. “I want to body surf.” She said.

“Great!” said the grandfather. Knowing what you want is step one. Step two is being committed to it. You have to walk out before the wave breaks. You can’t be afraid of it or you will wind up washed up in the sand. You decide on the wave you want and you take it on. Get down in the water and kick your feet. Watch my grandson.”

The little boy walked out beyond the white surf. He got down in the water, chose his wave, turned his back to it, looked over his shoulder, and began kicking his feet. He surfed right onto the beach with ease.

The grandfather looked at Mrs. Green. “Step three is all about the right timing and not giving up. When do you take a wave and when do you let it pass you by. Waves are like opportunities and people. Some will build you up and help you along, and some won’t. Choose wisely.

Mrs. Green laughed, “Some will wipe you out.”

The Grandfather smiled, “Then you have to get right back up again.”

Mrs. Green wiped out several times and got right back up again that afternoon. The voice in her own head, the sound of the waves, her laughter, and her family and friends drowned out the snickering and whispers on the beach. Mrs. Green learned a lot more than how to swim in the ocean that day.

When it was time to pack up all their stuff and leave the beach she turned to the Grandfather and his grandson and asked,

“What are your names?”

The Grandfather said, “It is easy to remember. I am Big John and this is Little John.”

Mrs. Green shook their hands, thanked them and said, “Oh, you can be sure, I will remember.”

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Off They Go!

The Green’s did not travel much and when they did they saved and planned for quite some time. When they went on a trip they made the most of it. Mr. Green was a wonderful traveling companion. They had long talks in the car about what they were going to see, what they were proud of, and things they had yet to do. When they stopped to eat they talked to people. In reality, the people talked and the Green’s listened. People were fascinating and the absolute best part of the trip.

Mrs. Green loved to find artist and poets in the towns they passed through. Artists and poets were everywhere, and most people did not recognize them. She stopped and bought a goat made of a rake, shovel and copper pipe at a yard sale in Virginia. She bought an intricately carved wooden hand fan from a vendor in North Carolina. She stopped and talked to a singer on a street corner in South Carolina.

They spent an entire day in Charleston. What a day it was! They took a carriage ride through the town and fed lemon moon pies to their horse Jack. They saw a wedding in the park.

They strolled down East Bay, to Rainbow Row, and across to the Battery. They joked about buying the 11 million dollar mansion that was up for sale.

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They drove down a long dirt road and stood with their mouths wide open in awe at the Angel Tree. It was something to behold. It spanned 17 thousand square feet and stood majestic and welcoming for more than four hundred years. Mrs. Green went around and around the tree offering to snap pictures for the people she met there.

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They slept well and drove on the next morning and when they arrived Mrs. Green only had one thing on her mind. They settled in quickly and changed clothes. Mr. Green could not keep up with Mrs. Green. She ran right into the ocean letting the waved knock her over and the salt water get into her eyes. Mr. Green stood back and enjoyed the moment. Mrs. Green looked lovely in the dress she designed herself specifically for swimming. No one could have been more beautiful at that moment. The dress was cut above her knee and came in at the waist flowing in the ocean breeze and waves. Mr. Green thought she looked better than any movie star he had ever seen on the big screen.

Mrs. Green was overwhelmed by the beauty of the ocean. She dove under a wave and came back up again with her hands lifted to the sky. She turned and looked at Mr. Green. The waves reached up to the sky in gratitude and crashed over her shoulders. She laughed out loud. Mrs. Green was in her happy place.

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Stitching Together a Trip

The Green’s were getting ready to go on a trip, but first Mrs. Green had a project to do. The Sewing machine sat on the dining room table. She had yards and yards of green, ruby, and purple fabric floating all around her. Mrs. Green knew what she looked good in and jewel tones complimented her beautifully. The bright colored fabric billowed from every dining room chair and scraps sat on the floor to discard later with long strands of thread. On each wrist she wore a pincushion bracelet. Around her neck was a measuring tape necklace. Her hair was in rare form with more of a mind of it’s own than usual. It seemed to sense the buzz within her and curl more rebelliously than ever. She ran her fingers through her wavy curls while working through the creative process.

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Mrs. Green had a picture in her head of how she wanted to look on this trip, and she was creating as she went along. Sometimes the things she bought in the store made her feel dowdy and dowdy was not in Mrs. Green’s repertoire. The stores did not carry vintage, glamour, so Mrs. Green was going to create the look she wanted herself. She felt strongly that if you were going to a beautiful place you should do your best to look beautiful as well, that way you were free to enjoy your surroundings and those you met and not concentrate on yourself. She didn’t want to be like the models in the magazines. She just wanted to be the best version of herself.

She was so deep in her project, she forgot about breakfast. Mr. Green knew to leave her alone. He had learned over the years to let Mrs. Green create at will and not distract her. Around noon He put a sandwich on the counter and went upstairs to pack. Sylvia came over late in the afternoon to help with hemming. Sue stopped in and watched and learned all she could.  Ampersand turned around three times, sighed heavily, and made himself comfortable in a pile of scraps and thread under the table. He dozed in and out all afternoon to the hum of the sewing machine.

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