The stray came into my life on an early summer day. I noticed it at the beginning of my morning walk. It nagged at me. I stopped on my way past as I headed home on the return portion of my loop.
Should I? Do I have room? Will it bring a disease?
I don’t need it. What’s the worst that could happen?
I passed it by, turned around a dozen yards later, and carried it home.
The first summer it lived on the patio very much as when I found it. In the fall I felt like an adoptive mother as I moved it inside. Now, three winters, a larger pot, and two major prunings later, it’s part of the household.
Oh! You thought I found an animal. Abandoned next to a dumpster I think I saved a victim of a move out of the neighborhood.