“All hands to the front! Bring your mops!” called a voice over the store’s loudspeaker.
The rain had quickly become torrential.
The hail ferociously intensified, but fortunately stayed pea-sized.
I was marooned inside the grocery store with a growing crowd of shoppers, while MisterM had taken our vehicle for shelter under the credit union’s drive-thru. Anxiously watching out the front window, we exchanged storm stories, snapped photos of the hail/rain creek growing deeper and faster, called loved ones on our phones.
🌹
I had just given the last of our anniversary roses (43 this year) to an elderly woman, masked, and riding an electric shopping cart.
.
Her eyes lit up as she tenderly accepted the rose, “My Gerald and me, we’d been married 62 years, before he passed away.”
That’s the beauty of giving out the roses. With each one, we are gifted with a wish for a happy anniversary and are often privy to how long the recipient has or had been married.
We are invited inside the recipient's s
weet memories.
🌹
“Hey! Stop! Please wait!” the woman called out, almost running down the sidewalk towards us.
We had given her and her daughter a rose and after she read the tag, wanted to take a photo of us to “post on FaceBook, if that’s okay with you.”
We peeled off our masks, snuggled in closer together and smiled for the camera.
I asked to take photos too :).
Folks on the bench in front of the corner souvenir store, we had given them roses too, observed, “You just don’t see this kind of kindness much anymore.”
“Yes, you do,” I replied. “It just doesn’t make the news!”
🌹
The tattooed biker couple made sure to come by our table before they left the restaurant. She seemed shy, but determined.
“Happy Anniversary!. The rose is beautiful. Special,” she hesitated and took a deep breath. “We’re traveling through and something like this, well...it gives us faith. Thank you.”
🌹
After about a half hour of watching the rain/hail flow down Main Street from the store’s picture window, the storm seemed to abate. The other shoppers and I were shepherded out the storeroom back door, told to tread carefully and were offered support if needed. Hail is not only really really cold, but a challenge to walk on! Luckily, MisterM had pulled up at that exact moment and helped me to the car.
Seems the snow-plows were even called out to clear the roads as photos and videos on FB documented later.
That’s life, isn’t it? No bed of roses all the time, yet rose in hand, we can face those adventures together! That’s the stuff of memories 💕
The rain had quickly become torrential.
The hail ferociously intensified, but fortunately stayed pea-sized.
I was marooned inside the grocery store with a growing crowd of shoppers, while MisterM had taken our vehicle for shelter under the credit union’s drive-thru. Anxiously watching out the front window, we exchanged storm stories, snapped photos of the hail/rain creek growing deeper and faster, called loved ones on our phones.
🌹
I had just given the last of our anniversary roses (43 this year) to an elderly woman, masked, and riding an electric shopping cart.
.
Her eyes lit up as she tenderly accepted the rose, “My Gerald and me, we’d been married 62 years, before he passed away.”
That’s the beauty of giving out the roses. With each one, we are gifted with a wish for a happy anniversary and are often privy to how long the recipient has or had been married.
We are invited inside the recipient's s
weet memories.🌹
“Hey! Stop! Please wait!” the woman called out, almost running down the sidewalk towards us.
We had given her and her daughter a rose and after she read the tag, wanted to take a photo of us to “post on FaceBook, if that’s okay with you.”
We peeled off our masks, snuggled in closer together and smiled for the camera.
I asked to take photos too :).
Folks on the bench in front of the corner souvenir store, we had given them roses too, observed, “You just don’t see this kind of kindness much anymore.”
“Yes, you do,” I replied. “It just doesn’t make the news!”
🌹
The tattooed biker couple made sure to come by our table before they left the restaurant. She seemed shy, but determined.
“Happy Anniversary!. The rose is beautiful. Special,” she hesitated and took a deep breath. “We’re traveling through and something like this, well...it gives us faith. Thank you.”
🌹
After about a half hour of watching the rain/hail flow down Main Street from the store’s picture window, the storm seemed to abate. The other shoppers and I were shepherded out the storeroom back door, told to tread carefully and were offered support if needed. Hail is not only really really cold, but a challenge to walk on! Luckily, MisterM had pulled up at that exact moment and helped me to the car.
Seems the snow-plows were even called out to clear the roads as photos and videos on FB documented later.
That’s life, isn’t it? No bed of roses all the time, yet rose in hand, we can face those adventures together! That’s the stuff of memories 💕
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- Posted by mindyjourney
- Jul 3, 2020
- Comments (8)
Readers Comments
nitu wrote: nitu utthan
Flowers are a symbol of Love and Roses with their lovely aroma spread Love when given or gifted to others.
It was truly a wonderful way to celebrate your 43 years of togetherness..May God Bless You Both and may you celebrate many more such years...
Flowers are a symbol of Love and Roses with their lovely aroma spread Love when given or gifted to others.
It was truly a wonderful way to celebrate your 43 years of togetherness..May God Bless You Both and may you celebrate many more such years...
Mish wrote: You made memorable memories for each person who you gifted a Rose to. How LOVEly a give. And, of course, MisterM to the rescue in your “love chariot†💖🌹💖
TheBigShelb wrote: Loved your account of your wild anniversary day! I’m sure each year has its own memories, but this one has to rank right up there. So awesome how people genuinely appreciated the roses and were honored to be a part of your celebration. Congratulations again! 🌹🌹
drjoybug wrote: You had quite the adventure!!!
scully wrote: The powers of a rose..so kind of you..wow 43 years is amazing...what a wonderful blessing! Thanks for sharing with so many..and to do this all on the backdrop of a crazy storm, really made an impact â¤ï¸ðŸ‘
pluto178 wrote: This has been a very strange year indeed........what could possibly come next...........rose grow on you too x
petroskryf wrote: The sweet smell of roses and kindness. May you have many blessed years together, Mindy! 🌹🌹🌹
rajni wrote: Roses in any season spread the same fragrance. God sent hail so you experience this wild and memorable Anniversary experience. Nothing stopped you to have this adventurous life experience. Bravo to this lovely couple. Thanks for sharing.
