Butterfly Dance of Joy

Chapter 23 (cont'd)
Sam and Simmy had strolled around the grounds of the Old Winery Inn looking at all the fresh growth and newly planted flowers.
"Look at the gazania, Sam. That's two South African plants I've spotted today. The 'ice plant' is the other one."
Sam was looking at a flowering bush and his mind was off in a different realm.
"Sam?" Simmy prodded him back into the present.
"Did you hear the conversation that was being filmed today?" Simmy waited for Sam to formulate his thoughts.
"Yes, I heard enough to give me 'food for thought,'" Sam slowly pitched.
"J.P. definitely desires to bring this film into 'Globe' status. He's aiming for a thoughtful, provocative and artistic masterpiece. I wonder who this film will appeal to?" Simmy was speaking her thoughts out loud.
Suddenly Sam recalled a sweet memory. "Have you heard from Polly lately?"
"Of course, darling! She's had a tumultuous life, poor girl!"
"After you gave her that gift, she was a different person. Do you remember the change in her? She never looked at us with judgmental-ism again. She became sweet and tender towards us. I've never seen anything like it!" Sam had a starry-eyed look about him.
"It is a difficult thing to know how to create level ground relationships. All I know, for sure, is that Polly needed a gift of freedom. Didn't she just fairly well dance after we gave her that? She felt honoured. There was visible sparkle in her eyes every time she saw us!" Simmy breathed a sweet fragrance, fresh air of justice filled sunshine.
Sam murmured, "She was doing the butterfly dance of joy after that!"