Flowers for Barogelmon
One day, Barogelmon went walking. As he went through the town, he came across a beautiful garden. There, in the garden, was a pretty flower. Barogelmon looked around and saw a sign that said “Free flowers”. So he took one and then continued down his merry little way. Soon the local legion soldiers, who were in charge of keeping up the local laws, found him and accused of stealing the flower. The owner of the garden decided that she did not like him having the flower, so she turned him in. Barogelmon was beside himself. Eventually everything was settled and no harm was done. Or so it seemed.
Many moons later, Barogelmon was enjoying a day at his house. He did not have to work in the field. He did not have animals to attend to. He had a day to himself. He looked out, and there, in his own garden was a flower. It was the most beautiful flower he had ever seen, and it was a flower that had not blossomed in his garden in awhile. It was in full bloom and was ready to be trimmed. He rushed out into his garden and YANKED the flower out of his garden. He was very happy to have the flower, but realized that he had not properly clipped the way he had always done in the past with his flowers. He saw no issue with having the flower, but a few days later, the legionnaire came again and chastised him about taking the flowers. Barogelmon was again devastated, but was beginning to come to a new understanding about flowers.
Much time had past and Barogelmon no longer had his garden to tend. He decided to visit a friend’s home. The hour got late, and Barogelmon ended up falling asleep. And as he slept, he dreamed of gardens and of flowers. He hovered in that place between sleep and awake. He could smell the flowers. He could even feel the flowers in his hand. This was a flower that he has never been able to cultivate in his garden, but would occasionally grow wild on his property. Barogelmon so wanted to wake up and tend to the flowers, but he became afraid. Flowers were not his to have, so he decided to slip back into a deeper sleep and not know if the flowers were for him or not.
When he woke, there was a single petal on his pillow. The flower was gone.
I hear FTD is making a delivery in your neighborhood today. Enjoy stopping to smell the roses.
Comment by Captain F — July 23, 2008 @ 12:41 pm