Flights of Fancy
Hooda had just finished gathering a boxful of broken and unusable items to put in the trash and was heading out to the curb with them for the weekly pick-up. “You’re next,” she said to the corner garden as she set the box down beside it.
It was a beautiful late spring Saturday and she was tackling the last of her tasks in preparation for next week’s yard sale.
She loved the little rock garden in the street side corner of her yard. But it was getting overgrown and needed a good thinning.
After she weeded it, she dug out a dozen of the chickens and hens, cute succulent creepers that looked to her like green lotus blossoms painted with a broad, thick brush. They were such hardy plants. They would grow almost anywhere and they spread like weeds.
She brought out a large pot to put them in, but when it was filled she still had one good sized “hen” and a few little “chickens” left over.
Just as she was wondering what she should do with them, Jim’s ripped boot caught her eye from atop the pile of junk at the curb. Instantly, an image popped into her mind, and soon she had created an unlikely home for the last few plants.
She was setting the boot on a bench in the side yard where she would hold her sale when Ruth, her neighbor appeared. Looking at the new creation, Ruth laughed. “Hooda Thunkit!” she said, “You sure do live up to your name!”
The following week, Hooda stuck $5.00 in her pocket as she handed the plant to its delighted new owner. And everyone lived happily ever after.
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