This morning I made coffee and ventured to the deck. I have this urge recently to soak in every moment I can being outside. I have a simple, messy, yet productive patch of vegetables and I just get so proud when I pick one of those beauties. Before I could turn around two deer ran through. They were young and small, and pretended that they did not see me.
I was thinking about yesterday’s events in review. After visiting the grocery, I had pulled over into an actual pull-off on Route 23 to take a photo. I have seen many patches of a tall purple flower (not the invasive nasty species) so crossed over after many cars passed by. (You know how that goes. No one can pass for minutes and then you get out to find a parade). It was breezy but I took a few and returned to the car. A man came out of the house nearby and walked over to me.
“What is so interesting? he says. This is a sharp turn here.”
I told him I wanted to catch the flowers, and reached out to shake his hand. I thought maybe he was irritated that it was HIS turnaround. I told him I like to take pictures, and stop often.
“I was concerned about you getting hit,” he says. “The cars don’t pay attention here, and I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”
We chatted a moment as he reminisced about his 40 years living here in this area, and I left with some fuzzy pictures but feeling good about humanity at that moment.
In that experience about 15 minutes of kindness and communication took place.
I’m thinking it is a darn good Harvest this year.