Winter has finally come to the South. My husband mowed the leaves in our yard this past Saturday. When we were younger, we raked them a few times, but now he takes the easier route, and mowing the leaves is actually good for the soil.
I brought in all of my porch plants Friday. The temperature was forecast to dip to 31 degrees on Friday night, so I cut back their overgrowth and hauled them into the living room, dining room, and garage. Southerners and plants don’t like weather that’s below freezing.
This morning, as I looked at my plant-filled house, I noticed a stowaway. A lizard had hitched a ride in on my philodendron basket. Larry will have to catch him and take him back outside, or he’ll starve. My reflexes have never been fast enough to catch a lizard, even if I’d ever wanted to do so. Larry is the champion of lizards, spiders, and crickets. He won’t kill them, because they’re good. My thoughts hop from one thing to another.
This is good writing weather. My mind drifts. It’s too cold to enjoy being outdoors for very long, so I’ll sit at my laptop and work on my latest effort – Understanding Elizabeth. This odd story just keeps winding through my mind. What if Darcy knew beforehand that Elizabeth had overheard him at the Assembly? What if he knew what she thought of him? What if he could change that? What would he pay to change it?
If you could go back and change the course of your life, would you? What would you be willing to pay to do that? If the lizard had understood what it could cost him to hitch that ride, he might not have chosen to hide in my plant. Would you make a different choice if you knew the outcome beforehand?