And then my gardener's eye catches sight of a plain black-on-white card:
- Hand Massage
- Clear Spaces
I reach out and take all 12 cards and put them in my pocket.
I really do need to find someone to prune my crabapple trees.
Two years ago, i took photos of Mel Long ensconced in the bare branches of my pink crabapple tree, looking like an elf. Despite the chilly November weather, Mel spent two hours in--and i do mean "in"--each of my four trees. She really wanted those photos and called a couple of times to make sure i'd sent them to her friend's e-mail account since she herself didn't have one.
Just a year ago, i opened the Monday paper to read that Melinda Long, age 61, had died in a head-on collision Saturday afternoon.
"Right after Farmer's Market," i thought to myself, where Mel shared a booth and gave hand massages.
I finger the little stack of cards in my pocket and gaze at the now-empty, cleared space in the card rack.
So this is how death prunes away friends and acquaintances from the tree of my life.
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