the gardener (a story)

 

The Gardener

There once was a very special gardener… Dollie was the best of her area. She could clip, cut, shape, weed, grow and do anything a flower needed. She won contests for them all. But there was something unique about Dollie…
Where most people saw:
(blue flowers) –

flowers rb cell phone 154899756131513216

She didn’t see blue flowers,
But she saw this instead:

(black stencil of a flower) –

for doll story

and heard a very pretty song.
Where most people saw:

(purple flowers) –

purple flowers collage cell phone 154899756131513216

She didn’t see purple flowers,
But she saw this instead:

(black stencil of a flower) –

for doll story

and heard a very pretty song.
Where most people saw:

(red flowers) –

flowers red collage cell phone 154899756131513216

She didn’t see red flowers,
But she saw this instead:

(black stencil of a flower) –

for doll story

and heard a very pretty song.

Everyone looked for an explanation when Dollie was young. But she was happy just tending the garden her mom helped her work on.

Everyone tried to explain what colour was like, even about a flower. But Dollie just had nothing to relate it to. So she just went plodding along, with her black flower gardening. Happy as a lark, singing along to the flower songs.

Some people called her crazy, some called her stupid. But she was so good at what she did right, eventually they just left her alone.

Dollie spent her life tending the gardens of her whole neighbourhood. A very happy life was the one Dollie had found for herself. She was so good at tending her black flowers that sang the most beautiful songs.

(there is a song linked in the next three posts of each picture, if you’re into music)

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