My Dad and I had our work cut out for us...there seemed to be
a hidden clause in this whole deal about maintaining that rose garden. We did
our best, but the delphiniums were biennials, and the roses got Japanese
beetles, and we had a Boxer puppy ( Woof 1 ).
The neighbors were very friendly, and I had finally accepted
the fact that school was going to be a much longer commitment that I had
envisioned , but now I'd be able to walk to the local
Catholic school with the other kids and avoid those treacherous waits at a bus
stop. One rainy September morning I was strolling along with my new twin friends
when I happened to glance across the street where another little group was
heading to Saint Margaret's. My little seven year old heart absolutely fluttered
when I caught sight of a glorious six year old girl as she skipped along like a
little Von Trapp munchkin. She was wearing the most beautiful Blessed Mother
blue raincoat with white polka dots AND was carrying a matching umbrella. I must
have swooned or at least been pretty light headed for a few minutes...awed by
this vision of loveliness...(did I mention the pig tails?). I made my mind up
then and there to befriend this marvelous vision of heavenly beauty. We walked home
together that very afternoon....and that night I dreamed about sharing that
umbrella for the rest of my life....Even in my dream I knew better than to start
a whining campaign for a matching ensemble...it wasn't as if I'd be begging for
a Pirates uniform. I was already beginning to understand the rules.
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