The Charming Mr. Wotherspoon
It was the middle of winter and I was in the midst of a full renovation of my house. The dumpster was full. I had no window coverings. They gutted walls, replaced plumbing, rebuilt. One night I receive a phone call. "I see a big paint job coming up....." in a waivering voice.
Out of the blue I receive a phone call from a neighbour whom I barely know, whilst I am living amid all my furniture in the basement. What? Oh yes, yes, the interior of my home!
"I will be painting it myself," I said. "Well," he said, "you did a great job on the exterior of your house. I am sure it will be wonderful."
Then another day I received another phone call, "You know that tree in your front yard? It didn't look so healthy last fall, but it is lovely now."
And then my doorbell rang a few days ago. I am always hesitant to answer an unexpected doorbell. But I am so glad I did. It was Mr. Wotherspoon with some fresh cut roses from his garden.
"Not the best," he said. "They are so lovely," I replied.