I added: "I don't know what I'd do without my garden."
"And I bet your beautiful garden wouldn't know what to do without you!" was the woman's response.
I immediately recalled a letter poem I had created for my first book. The poem I had placed first.
It reads: "I don't know who I touch walking on this earth ... who gathers my smile and slips it in their pocket to savour with a cup of tea."
The woman walking by gave me a gift.
To savour.
And, writing this blog will allow me to experience the moment again and again.
Last week, as a friend and I were walking in Fernwood, a woman, perhaps in her mid 80's came towards us. She was wearing wild multi-coloured leggings.
I stopped and said that I loved what she was wearing!
She confessed that she hadn't been sure how they would be received, and admitted that she had bought a second, equally fun pair as well.
On sale.
Just $10 each.
I wonder if she is still feeling that moment of recognition and delight.
When I walk on the golf course trail behind the Cedar Hill Community Centre, I nearly always say "Good morning" to people coming towards me.
Occasionally, it's become a bit of a game, wondering who won't respond, but it's been more fun seeing a rather gloomy-looking solo walker light up and send good wishes back to me.
I haven't listened to the news for nearly five months, usually just skimming headlines on my computer.
I haven't watched news on television for a great many years.
Still, I know enough about what's going on in the world, and that's ENOUGH!
I wish I could wrap my daughter, who lives in Israel, with layers of protective gauze.
I can visualize it.And that is what I can do.
And, I can look at people as I move through my day, and really see them.