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When life has you covered in dirt and fertilizer, ‘It’s just another bloomin’ day’

Decades come and go, but life continues with just a few more crinkles and wrinkles. It was a little over a decade ago that I wrote my first book, “buried under life’s dirt and fertilizer … It’s Just Another Bloomin’ Day.”

Several years ago I was at a florist shop when the owner and I got tickled and troubled about life in one fell swoop. My husband Coop and I had gone on an adventure to help his daughter out with ordering flowers for a very big day.

Coop pulled up and parked in the narrow gravel parking lot. I walked up to the Cape Cod cottage that housed a bunch of beautiful things that made my heart beat faster. There were antiques, pottery, art and of course bunches and bunches of flowers.

I knocked on the door and no one answered. This being a village town there is always someone sitting on a stoop. There on a stoop was a very nice young man in a baseball cap. In my best Southern drawl I asked if “Miss Amy” would be in the shop soon.

Adam, we are now on a first-name basis, assured me that she would. He also said there was some trouble going on with the property’s electricity. When Amy drove up to the shop, it was to a shop with no power.

The news didn’t stop her from being extremely polite and in her best Northern clip telling me how wonderful the bride-to-be had been when they discussed “arrangements.”

All the while we were planning and talking about flower girls, ring bearers, bridal bouquets and all the other important matters, she was eyeing her wilting flowers.

She said the manufacturer of the coolers told her on a previous power outage she had two choices. She could leave her inventory in the cooler and watch the flowers die a quick and sure death or remove them and watch them slowly lose their beauty with a chance of survival if the power was restored quickly. She chose to unload.

As Coop patiently waited in the parking lot, clueless to what was happening inside. He was pretty taken aback when two really big fire engines engulfed the parking lot. Firemen jumped out to see if we smelled electrical wires burning. It got very hectic.

All the while Amy and I continued our discussion of how beautiful the wedding would be …oohing and aahing over all of Lauren’s ideas. What girls can be disturbed by a little ol’ electrical problem? I felt a bit like Scarlett even if I was in the North.

That’ll preach, y’all. Keeping your head when all about you are losing theirs is very scriptural. Do not fret, “An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.” Proverbs 12:25. That was the bouquet I took away from this very special gal.

Remember when life has you covered in dirt and fertilizer, “It’s just another bloomin’ day.” Bloom.

Kandi Farris, a freelance correspondent, also is a speaker on matters of faith and values.

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