Farmer's market, stored the ears in the
Cooler in my car,
Bought my hard roll at the French
Restaurant and found a table to
Sit outside.
But as I enjoyed my coffee and
Newspaper, no server came by and all
The other diners were occupied.
I was disappointed that I found no one to
Engage in conversation.
But when I went inside to get a second
Cup of coffee and returned to my
Table, my tray had been removed and a jacket was
Hung on the back of one of the chairs.
Whose could it possiby be?
Soon an elderly lady carrying her
Tray walked toward me and explained.
"The jacket belongs to my husband.
We thought the table was unoccupied."
"I'm almost finished," I said.
"Please join me."
As they sat down I addressed them.
"Tell me about yourselves."
It was a second marriage for the aged
Couple, both widowed.
The wife is an artist, a good one.
One of her paintings is in our art museum.
Her husband had been a diplomat in five
Different countries.
"Wow!" I said. "I've never met a diplomat."
I suppose they'd never met someone quite
Like me either.
While we chatted I pulled my
MENDING book from my purse.
"You create with paint, and I create with words," I
Told the sweet faced lady.
I handed it to her and said, "I felt compelled to
Bring a copy with me today.
I believe it is meant for you," and I
Wrote my phone number inside.
She thanked me and we chatted a bit more.
As I left the couple sitting there finishing
Their breakfast,
I was delighted that I hadn't gone to
Market day just to buy corn.