🍂🌻Fall Flowers in My Wagon: A Cozy Autumn Market Story for Relaxation & Sleep

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Welcome to The Slow Life.
I'm Jennifer Vino and I create,

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narrate and design the
soundscape of this village of

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cosy stories to relax and
unwind.

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Each week I share an original
story.

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Read 2 times so you can relax
even more during the second

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reading.
I'm happy to announce my

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website, theslowlife.ca.
It provides a space where we can

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connect and I can bring you all
things cozy.

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Let's settle in with some easy
breathing at your own pace.

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With each inhale, let fresh air
fill the space around your

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heart.
With each exhale, feel the calm

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air spread through your body and
flow out through your arms and

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legs, gently in through your
heart.

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Gently out through your body, in
through your heart, out through

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your body.
And now let's begin.

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This story is called Fall
Flowers in My Wagon, and it's

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about bright oranges and golden
yellows, a helpful attendant and

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a moving Meadow.
I pull my wagon behind me, it's

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tires filled with air or quiet
on the sidewalk, the handle

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smooth against my hand.
It comes in very handy quite

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often, allowing me to go on foot
to most places in the village

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without being loaded down by
packages and bags.

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I guide it to a quiet corner
near the edge of the outdoor

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market stalls, a place where it
won't block anyone's way.

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Parking it here, I can move
freely throughout the farmers

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market, unloading my fines when
I need to.

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The air is starting to feel like
fall, some days more than

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others.
I step inside and the sounds

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gather around me.
Wooden crates Creek under the

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weight of produce as they're
carried from vans to stalls and

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the other way around.
I hear a fiddle being played

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somewhere deep within the maze
of carvings, baked goods and

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fresh veggies, and the overall
hum of greetings and

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conversations of catching up
from last week.

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The stalls stretch in bright
rows in the more open areas,

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every one of them brimming with
autumn coziness.

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I smell apples crisp and tart,
then see the mountains of orange

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pumpkins in their array of
shapes and sizes.

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But I have come for the flowers.
The first table I reach shows

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off pots and pots of
chrysanthemums in every shade of

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fire and earth.
Rusty Reds, bright oranges,

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golden yellows and creamy whites
that soften the colour palette.

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Their petals are layered so
thick they look as though you

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could sleep on a bed of them and
not leave an imprint.

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I choose one pot in each colour,
imagining them side by side on

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the front steps, each one
complementing the others.

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When I lift the first pot, the
soil still damp, it's heavier

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than I expect.
With more than one attendant at

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the stall, they offered to help
me carry them outside.

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We place them in gently until
the four pots fill a neat square

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at the front of the wagon.
Next I find the Black Eyed

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Susans turn towards me, their
golden petals wide open, looking

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ready to come with me for a ride
to their new home.

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The brown centre stand out
amidst the yellow.

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They seem more wild and free
than the mums and I like having

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both.
I take 2 pots out to my growing

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collection, thinking of them for
the back patio where I can sit

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inside and watch them nod in the
breeze.

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Add another table.
I see autumn joy, sedum waiting

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with their rosy pink blossoms
thick in clusters on sturdy

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stems.
I'm told they will darken as the

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fall season deepens, moving
towards burgundy, A

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transformation I want to watch.
I choose one, wondering where

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I'll transplanted in the garden
come spring, but for now I'll

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let it sit where I can see it
from the window.

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One last loop of the stalls and
I find hanging pots of mums. 2

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of them will do, one for either
side of the front porch.

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I carry them carefully, the
hooks allowing them to swing,

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and I shimmy 1 into the wagon
while the other I'll carry

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easily in my other hand.
The site makes me smile.

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I'll feel like a travelling
salesperson with my collection

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of colourful wares rolling
through the village.

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As I turn around, a familiar
face catches my eye.

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A friend, basket in hand, cheeks
a bit pink from the cool air.

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Her eyes meet and there's the
wordless recognition of a shared

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mission.
We greet each other with hugs

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and without needing to say much,
we drift together towards the

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food stalls at the corner where
steam rises from every surface.

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The air around 1 stall is rich
with cinnamon, nutmeg and the

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buttery scent of pastries.
I order a warm drink that my

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friend offers to carry.
She chooses the same and we each

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add a small treat, something
flaky and sweet.

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With nowhere else pressing to
be.

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We decide to sit at the outdoor
tables where I can keep my wagon

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beside us.
The flowers sit patiently like

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happy dogs in the sun, their
colours glowing brightly against

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the stone of the village square.
The first sip warms me with a

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slow spreading of comfort.
I pull my pastry into small

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bites with my finger tips.
My friend asks me what my plans

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are with each of the pots of
flowers.

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Then I notice a movement near
the wagon.

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A bumblebee, round and friendly,
has already found the flowers.

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It drifts from one pot to
another, settling first on the

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creamy white mums, then dipping
into the centres of the Susans.

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Not long after, another bee
joins and eventually 1/3.

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They're fuzzy bodies brushing
against petals, legs dusted with

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pollen.
They move gently and I love that

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my wagon has offered them a
place to gather.

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We sit back and watch our drinks
slowly going down.

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The bees find what they need and
others take their place, making

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us wonder where they're off to
next and where they've just come

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from.
My friend leans forward and we

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share the moment, listening to
the buzz as they carry

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themselves between blossoms.
The sky has shifted and the

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light on the flowers changes
with it.

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Our cups are empty now, and the
last crumbs brushed away.

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We rise, stretching our limbs,
ready to move again.

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She heads into the market for
treasures of her own.

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I take hold of the wagon handle,
its weight more solid now with

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the flowers.
A few bees still hover and I

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move slowly so as not to disturb
them, but some lift easily into

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the air, floating towards
another patch of blooms in the

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distance.
One or two stay with me for most

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of the ride home, not seeming to
notice that their Meadow is

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moving.
I imagine the steps of my house

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lined with these pots, their
colours bright against wood and

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stone.
I see the patio alive with

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yellow blooms and the autumn
coloured sedum holding steady as

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the season moves into colder
days.

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Fall flowers in my wagon.
I pull my wagon behind me, it's

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tires filled with air or quiet
on the sidewalk, the handle

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smooth against my hand.
It comes in very handy quite

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often, allowing me to go on foot
to most places in the village

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without being loaded down by
packages and bags.

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00:11:01,850 --> 00:11:06,250
I guide it to a quiet corner
near the edge of the outdoor

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market stalls, a place where it
won't block anyone's way.

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00:11:12,440 --> 00:11:16,570
Parking it here, I can move
freely throughout the farmers

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00:11:16,580 --> 00:11:20,450
market, unloading my fines when
I need to.

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00:11:21,970 --> 00:11:26,940
The air is starting to feel like
fall, some days more than

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others.
I step inside and the sounds

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gather around me.
Wooden crates Creek under the

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weight of produce as they're
carried from vans to stalls and

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00:11:40,890 --> 00:11:46,100
the other way around.
I hear a fiddle being played

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somewhere deep within the maze
of carvings, baked goods and

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00:11:51,320 --> 00:11:55,970
fresh veggies, and the overall
hum of greetings and

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00:11:55,980 --> 00:11:59,640
conversations of catching up
from last week.

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00:12:01,280 --> 00:12:06,290
The stalls stretch in bright
rows in the more open areas,

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00:12:06,820 --> 00:12:10,170
every one of them brimming with
autumn coziness.

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I smell apples crisp and tart,
then see the mountains of orange

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pumpkins in their array of
shapes and sizes.

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00:12:21,140 --> 00:12:27,810
But I have come for the flowers.
The first table I reach shows

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off pots and pots of
chrysanthemums in every shade of

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fire and earth.
Rusty Reds, bright oranges,

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golden yellows and creamy whites
that soften the colour palette.

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Their petals are layered so
thick they look as though you

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could sleep on a bed of them and
not leave an imprint.

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I choose one pot in each colour,
imagining them side by side on

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the front steps, each one
complimenting the others.

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00:13:06,660 --> 00:13:11,930
When I lift the first pot, the
soil still damp, it's heavier

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than I expect.
With more than one attendant at

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00:13:16,580 --> 00:13:20,650
the stall, they offered to help
me carry them outside.

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We place them in gently until
the four pots fill a neat square

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at the front of the wagon.
Next I find the Black Eyed

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00:13:32,560 --> 00:13:38,930
Susans turned towards me, their
golden petals wide open, looking

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00:13:38,940 --> 00:13:42,600
ready to come with me for a ride
to their new home.

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00:13:43,970 --> 00:13:47,490
The brown centre stand out
amidst the yellow.

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They seem more wild and free
than the mums and I like having

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both.
I take 2 pots out to my growing

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collection, thinking of them for
the back patio where I can sit

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00:14:03,400 --> 00:14:06,390
inside and watch them nod in the
breeze.

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At another table I see Autumn
joy, Sedum waiting with their

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rosy pink blossoms, thick in
clusters on sturdy stems.

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I'm told they will darken as the
fall season deepens, moving

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towards burgundy, A
transformation I want to watch.

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I choose one, wondering where
I'll transplanted in the garden

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come spring, but for now I'll
let it sit where I can see it

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from the window.
One last loop of the stalls and

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I find hanging pots of moms.
Two of them will do, one for

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either side of the front porch.
I carry them carefully, the

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00:14:57,030 --> 00:15:02,520
hooks allowing them to swing,
and I shimmy 1 into the wagon

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while the other I'll carry
easily in my other hand.

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The site makes me smile.
I'll feel like a traveling

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salesperson with my collection
of colourful wares rolling

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through the village.
As I turn around, a familiar

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00:15:22,290 --> 00:15:28,270
face catches my eye.
A friend, basket in hand, cheeks

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00:15:28,280 --> 00:15:33,490
a bit pink from the cool air.
Her eyes meet and there's the

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wordless recognition of a shared
mission.

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We greet each other with hugs
and without needing to say much,

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00:15:43,000 --> 00:15:47,750
we drift together towards the
food stalls at the corner where

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00:15:47,760 --> 00:15:54,750
steam rises from every surface.
The air around 1 stall is rich

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00:15:54,760 --> 00:15:59,430
with cinnamon, nutmeg and the
buttery scent of pastries.

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00:16:00,480 --> 00:16:04,740
I order a warm drink that my
friend offers to carry.

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00:16:05,520 --> 00:16:10,690
She chooses the same and we each
add a small treat, something

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flaky and sweet.
With nowhere else pressing to

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be.
We decide to sit at the outdoor

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tables where I can keep my wagon
beside us.

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The flowers sit patiently like
happy dogs in the sun, their

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00:16:29,980 --> 00:16:34,440
colours glowing brightly against
the stone of the village square.

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00:16:35,880 --> 00:16:40,410
The first sip warms me with a
slow spreading of comfort.

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00:16:41,080 --> 00:16:45,320
I pull my pastry into small
bites with my finger tips.

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00:16:46,790 --> 00:16:51,040
My friend asks me what my plans
are with each of the pots of

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flowers.
Then I notice a movement near

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00:16:54,890 --> 00:16:59,270
the wagon.
A bumblebee, round and friendly,

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00:16:59,320 --> 00:17:04,880
has already found the flowers.
It drifts from one pot to

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00:17:04,890 --> 00:17:10,319
another, settling first on the
creamy white mums, then dipping

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00:17:10,329 --> 00:17:16,930
into the centres of the Susans.
Not long after, another bee

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00:17:16,940 --> 00:17:22,230
joins and eventually 1/3.
They're fuzzy bodies brushing

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00:17:22,240 --> 00:17:26,000
against petals, legs dusted with
pollen.

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00:17:26,829 --> 00:17:30,940
They move gently and I love that
my wagon has offered them a

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00:17:30,950 --> 00:17:36,470
place to gather.
We sit back and watch our drinks

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00:17:36,480 --> 00:17:41,130
slowly going down.
The bees find what they need and

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00:17:41,140 --> 00:17:45,540
others take their place, making
us wonder where they're off to

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00:17:45,550 --> 00:17:48,590
next and where they've just come
from.

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00:17:50,080 --> 00:17:55,030
My friend leans forward and we
share the moment, listening to

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00:17:55,040 --> 00:17:58,850
the buzz as they carry
themselves between blossoms.

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00:18:00,410 --> 00:18:04,680
The sky has shifted and the
light on the flowers changes

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00:18:04,690 --> 00:18:08,600
with it.
Our cups are empty now, and the

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last crumbs brushed away.
We rise, stretching our limbs,

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ready to move again.
She heads into the market for

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treasures of her own.
I take hold of the wagon handle,

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its weight more solid now with
the flowers.

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00:18:28,500 --> 00:18:33,490
A few bees still hover and I
move slowly so as not to disturb

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00:18:33,500 --> 00:18:38,870
them, but some lift easily into
the air, floating towards

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another patch of blooms in the
distance.

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One or two stay with me for most
of the ride home, not seeming to

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notice that their Meadow is
moving.

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00:18:51,830 --> 00:18:56,940
I imagine the steps of my house
lined with these pots, their

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colours bright against wood and
stone.

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I see the patio alive with
yellow blooms and the autumn

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coloured sedum holding steady as
the season moves into colder

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days.
I wish you sweet dreams.