You are beautiful

She walked with a cane, and she spoke with a thick accent, German perhaps, I couldn't tell. We walked and talked about flowers at a leisured pace for a half hour or so. She finally settled on an English garden set up, red pentas, butter daisies, and white fluff zinnia linearis. I had gone through several color combinations, and many different foliage types before we came on that perfect grouping. I loaded several dozen plants on the wagon and pulled it slowly so she could keep step with me. She asked my name, when I told her she stopped in her step and repeated it aloud,then she said," well, that is beautiful, and you are beautiful, and now my garden will be beautiful", and I smiled, because I don't think I am beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and wisdom is built like a great wall, slowly over time, and a little old lady named Nellie made me stop for a few minutes today and see beauty in the things I take for granted. So if I haven't told you lately, and you are reading this, you are beautiful to me, and hopefully that makes you smile like it did me.