The greeter

The  young boy walked up to the steps of the modest porch that was attached to a modest dwelling.He anticipated a greeting from the larger than life woman he called his grandmother.Instead,his greeting came from a modest container,purposely and perfectly placed,in the corner of the tiny porch,by the screen door.The fragrant greeting coming from the plants inside the container was something the young boy would remember and write about fifty years later.He would always wonder and marvel at the joy he got from that special greeting that day.He still recalls  her look of satisfaction as he commented on the greeting she had arranged for him."Those are my petunias," she said.Looking back he can can still remember a look that said,"now you know the secret." Take it with you and don,t out grow it.The young boy is fifty eight now.Every spring he is reminded of that special greeting,as he plants petunias for his daughter,all around the yard and porch.They are strategically placed,to be a greeter for her and those who would go through her door.Hopefully someday that will be of great comfort to her and that memory will take her to a special place.It has been for me.For I was once that young boy.Oh! The power of a memory!