I took a basic French class with two other ladies and the other day I had them over for a French lunch. I wanted some flowers for the table and decided to go out to the garden and cut a few of my own. I climbed up the one rock to snip off a few purple spiderworts. I stepped down about a foot and a half, hit a damp hosta leaf which caused a free fall that I was not prepared for. In slow motion I watched myself getting ready to go splat on the walkway. I must have bent my knee that caught the brunt of the fall. Flowers still in hand, I got up with a minor scraped knee. The back pain I'd been having completely disappeared. I wondered about this. All I could do was thank God for sparing me from numerous outcomes of that fall. I envisioned my friends knocking on the door. “Do we have the right day?” And I’m out back on the walkway unconscious.
I arranged the flowers but didn’t like how the spidery leaves hit the dishes and glasses. I had watched another friend, a florist, arrange flowers. There’s an art and magic to it. I thought about her tips and went back outside to cut a few ferns to use as filler. I rearranged my flowers. It didn’t come out as good as I hoped but I caught a glimpse of what she was doing by listening to where the flowers go.
Divine intervention. Again.
The culprit (Hosta):
The fall area:
First attempt at flower arranging:
Nothing like dessert to mend a boo-boo.