I am participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. Thanks to the co-authors of Two Writing Teachers for creating this supportive community.
Back for my 5th official year of slicing (I may have engaged in a year of lurking before jumping in). This morning as I scrolled through the posts it was so nice to see so many familiar faces as well as new ones. What a growing and supportive community we have! Last year I made a conscious effort to let my stories find me, and I hope to continue with that this year. I love trying out new structures, too, and getting inspiration from everyone else. Looking forward to this special month! But what does this have to do with a flower shop, you say? Well…
A few days ago I had the opportunity to deliver books to a preschool in a town (actually a city) not far from where I live. Once a thriving industrial community. Once a stopping place along one of the first long-distance paved roads in Pennsylvania. Once a Native American settlement and fur trading post. Now it stands, like many small cities and towns across the country, with the ghosts of what was and what might have been.
Stopped at a red light, I looked out at vacant lots, run-down shops, and a lonely laundromat. But across the street stood a flower shop, its windows filled with vibrant blooms beckoning passersby to stop in for a visit. An oasis of color in a sea of gray. Just looking at the window bouquets of flowers and balloons made me smile and filled me with warmth.
The light changed, and I continued on…regrettably. I learned later that the family-owned shop has been operating for four generations. I will make it a point to return.
Happy slicing everyone!