Simmy thought, I love Mondays.
The family cat must have been antsy in the early morning because his yowling was what woke Simmy from the first half- decent sleep she'd had in a week.
Sleep tousled, she shoved her feet into a pair of sandals and went outside to let Grumpy out of the gazebo. He swiftly exited, like the caged animal that he, quite literally, was... and then had the audacity to stop and nibble some fresh grass.
"Oh no! You woke me up, now you go in the house until I've made the coffee. Go!"
After a shot of java, Simmy went outside to assess the plants and see which one needed water... she picked up a blade to scrape the paint off the French door lights that she had painted on Saturday... put down the blade when the plants seemed to be wanting to be in the sun... too many things to do all at the same time.
Sam had placed them hither and thither when he'd cut the grass.
As she went to water some tomato plants and some giant zinnias, she stopped short...
the parsley, shed seeds from the year before, was growing into a heart- shape.
Simmy smiled at the very unique way that she was being loved by her Maker.
"Very cool! You're cool," she said as she smiled into the blue cosmos.
The soup spice was heart- shaped. She had carried a lot of soup out of her house to people who were needing a little love. And now, in this moment, she was getting a tangible, visible hug from a metaphysical Source.
A spicy hug! The center was a perfect heart.
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