This is the continuation of Thursday’s post,Secrets of The Garden
Another day had gone by and Owen was no closer to having an answer to the mysterious note that he had found. He had checked the other bricks but didn’t find any others with secret hiding places in them.
“Nestled in among the flowers, safe from the weather.” What could it be? He tried to check but was careful not to hurt any flowers as he searched. Was he supposed to dig them up? The last thing he wanted to do was risk killing his Grandma Elizabeth’s flowers. She would NOT be happy!
Sitting at the round table he thought back in time. His grandma still had the same green tablecoth. How many games of parcbesi and dominoes had they played on this table?
When Owen walked through the living room earlier he couldn’t resist helping himself to candy from her glass dish. Some things never changed. Still had circus peanuts and the soft pastel mints.
As a young boy he remembered walking with his grandma through her garden as she talked with him, and then he would watch her work. He would help her weed at times but the time that he accidentally pulled out more flowers than weeds made her think of other things she could have him do.
Today was Saturday and a memory came back to him about Saturdays in the garden. Grandma would always make bouquets of fresh flowers for people. If you were sick, or hurting and Grandma Elizabeth found out, she would make up one of her beautiful bouquets to bring some cheer.
He wondered if she still did that. Knowing her she probably did. As long as sbe could still get around he was pretty confident that she would keep it up.
Owen laughed. A memory came back to him about George. Poor George! He had a crush on Elizabeth after she lost her husband, but she was not interested!
George, feeling desperate for her attention had pretended to be ailing, knowing she would bring some flowers and maybe her good cooking to cheer him.
She fell for it for a little while but Owen’s grandma was no dummy, she soon figured out that nothing was ailing George.
After she went off on him for faking being sick, she made him wish that he never had done it. Everyone knew that his grandma Elizabeth gave long winded lectures.
But before she lectured him she had put castor oil in the soup that she had made for him. The face that poor George made had his Grandma doubled over laughing. Whenever she told the story she couldn’t help but laugh. She cured him alright! He never pulled a stunt like that again.
Owen thought of his classmate Katrina. He had lost contact wifh her after high-school but she had adored his grandma. All of her grandparents had died when Kstrina was little. His Grandma Elizabeth had “adopted” her as a grandchild.
Katrina had told him how in between his grandma’s talks about flowers and life she taught Katrina a lot. That she always left his grandma’s house with a smile on het face and flowers in her hands.
Owen couldn’t deny the wisdom his grandma had. She knew a lot about flowers, her garden was the envy of all her neighbors. But more than flowers she knew the secrets of life. Something Owen was still trying to figure out.
The GrandFather clock chimed 11 times. It was time for Owen to get to bed. He finished his milk and headed out of the kitchen, turning off the light. Maybe tomorrow would shine more light behind the mysterious words in the note.
“Ding Dong! Ding Dong!” The bell kept ringing. Owen’s mind was foggy at first as he woke up. Who was ringing the doorbell at 7am?
He opened the door to see little Miss Amelia staring back at him through her spectacles. “Where is Elizabeth?” She frowned at him in his disheveled state. “What are you doing here, is she not well?”
“All is fine. She is traipsing around Europe with her book club and I am watching her house for her.”
“Ahh! I wondered where she was. I always see her walking among the flowers in the early morning hours.”
“I bet you were wondering”, thought Owen. Everyone knew that Miss Amelia thought she needed to know everyone’s business.
“Well, I hope she has a good time. Will she be back soon?”
Owen gave an evasive answer, which he knew she didn’t like. He thanked her for her concern and practically closed the door in her face before she could ask more questions. He was glad to fall back into bed, only to be awakened an hour later by the church bells ringing.
The little brown church in the vale. How many Sunday mornings as a child did he hear those bells? He decided to get up and get ready to go. It had been a long time since he had visited his grandparent’s church.
The pastor was a friendly man and happy to see Owen. “Your grandmother is one special lady. We always appreciate the gorgeous flower bouquets she brings each Sunday. Many times I have walked with her among the flowers on a Sunday afternoon. When I was discouraged she would make me smile. Her secret garden blooms so well and it is no secret as to why.
Owen nodded his head, though not understanding. He shook the pastor’s hand and bid him goodbye.
With the weather so pleasant and warm he decided to eat in the garden. He sat quietly thinking over what Katrina had shared long ago and what the pastor had told him. Suddenly it came to him. There was no need for digging up his grandmother’s flowers. The secret to the note was now as plain to him as the nose on his face.
There wasn’t anything tangible among the flowers. It was the love and care that she shared with others when sharing her flowers. Things from the heart that no bad weather could touch. Love made her flowers and the hearts of others bloom.
Smiling he lifted his glass in the air. “A toast to you, Grandma Elizabeth. For all the love you have shared! The true beauty nestled within your flowers.
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