Smell the Roses
Several years ago I would have passed the car with the trailer, with a blink of an eye. That was before I made the New Year’s resolution to SLOW DOWN.
Slow was my speed and noticing life at the moment was my new way of being.
Slowly driving on the road between my home and the freeway, between vineyards and views of Saint Baume, straight ahead of me was a trailer being pulled by a car. In the trailer there was bags of yard clippings, a brocade armchair, boxes of bottles…wait what was that… re-track…armchair in the trailer! As if leaning up on my stirring wheel would let me be closer, I focused in on the armchair to see what was wrong with it….four, perfect, stubby, Napoleon III black legs, two arms covered in dark maroon brocade, straight back…I pinched my lips together and nodded, a good vintage armchair going to the dump! Being the spontaneous type my plans diverted from l’épicerie, to following the car ahead! Sure enough the blinker indicated we were turning into la décharge, dump yard.
I pulled up alongside of, Mr. La Décharge. Monsieur starred at me like I was a crazy lady. (Wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last time someone thought that of me…) “Bonjour Monsieur,” in my heavy dead gives away accent, “What are you going to do with that fauteuil?” Putting one hand on his hip and the other on the armchair he grinned, “Either throw it in the dumpster or throw it in your car.”
Stop and smell the roses, and drive slowly and see the beauty!
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