Good morning Everybody. I hope you’re having a happy Friday. Today is very springlike here, albeit cold, with a blue sky and high clouds. Just the sort of day one might venture out into the garden to see how things are doing and wonder if the plant you can’t remember the name of survived the recent frosts… Living on the Edge 139; Growing Pains…
Marlon was a noticer of things. He had been all his life. He paid close attention and made careful mental notes. If you were to meet him for a second time he would remember, for example, that your shoelaces were frayed when he first met you or that you always left the last word off your sentences when speaking.
Each autumn he would enjoy perusing the seed catalogues, marking the pages and thoughtfully deciding what to grow in the coming year. Then he would place his order and wait patiently for it to arrive. When the little packets landed on his doorstep he followed the planting instructions and, come the summer, he would reap the benefits. Except this year he was getting concerned that what was sprouting from his plot wasn’t quite as expected. It was large. Very large. And colourless. His neighbours hadn’t seemed to give it a second thought but Marlon, of course, had. And he wasn’t really sure what to do. After some thought he decided he would use his loppers to do some judicious pruning and find his colouring pencils to remedy the missing colour.
He also vowed he would never again place an online order at midnight. And, in future, he would go to the shop to buy seeds in person… xxx