There is a garden near a corner that I walk by regularly. Right now, it has a huge batch of beautiful black-eyed-Susans. I often think that one or two might not be missed, but I have resisted helping myself.
The other day on my walk back from the library, I spied an older gentleman in shorts and a t-shirt picking up his empty trash barrels in front of “my” beloved flowers. I asked him if he lived there. “Yes”, he replied.
I told him that I walk by his flowers regularly and asked if I could pick one. “No,” he replied, “but you may have two,” He then cut the two I pointed to and handed them to me.
What’s your name? I asked. “Leonard,” he replied.
I have a new friend in the neighborhood.