Often, after singing practice, a song gets stuck in my head. Today it was 'What a Wonderful World' which I heard playing in either the dulcet tones of my Sing Australia Riverland friends or the gravelly voice of Satchmo.
And I thought to myself 'What a wonderful world? Really?? The world is a horrific place with sadness and violence and anger and suffering.'
Then I took myself off to deal with some roses. One of my favourite bakeries sits in grounds with many rosebushes which look beautiful. But yesterday when I visited (playing hooky with grandson Jack, but that's another story) I noticed that amongst the lovely blooms were lots of dead heads, and my Dad's voice reminded me they need trimming to ensure another burst of flowers for autumn.
So off I went with my snippers and bucket and water bottle and sunhat. (It's OK, folks. I did it last year with permission. I'm not just going to see your roses and come start snipping.)
As I worked I was intrigued by the number of vehicles that pulled in for a quick morning tea snack and were on their way. As it's on the highway there were a few large trucks and their drivers. And each of them greeted me on the way in and wished me well on the way out.
Later a little school girl and her Mum sat outside for a snack before going to an appointment and I spoke to them about how I'd done similar with my boy yesterday. Then I went back to the increasingly hot and backbreaking work, loving how the bushes looked with their fresh blooms highlighted with the dead ones removed.
Suddenly I was aware that the little girl was stranding in front of me. 'Excuse me', she said shyly, ' I just want to tell you that you are doing a good job.'
What a wonderful world!
Lovely story Glenys
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