Hilda Stob Prose
August 1980
Six short stemmed black-eyed Susans and two blue Thistle blossoms were placed carefully on the ledge outside my kitchen door. The most beautiful bouquet in the world.
The flowers looked as if they were picked by a child’s hand for the stems are short and of odd lengths, but someone, as I do, thought they were beautiful, and they now have a place of honor in one of my drinking glasses, on the sill of my kitchen window.
They grow in abundance along the road near our cottage at Cobb Lake, and we have often admired them, but never stopped the car to look at them closely. But some child with beauty in her eye, and love in her heart brought me six black-eyed Susans and two blue Thistle blossoms. Thank you dear.
