There was the bag, sitting on the corner, all by it’s lonesome. On a Saturday evening. It seemed forsaken and forlorn. Mostly my imagination, I’m certain, but I wondered who had set it out. 15 years ago, I might have ‘taken it in’. Now I know that is never going to be a source of enjoyment, and apparently, someone else discovered the same. I however, had not amassed such a grouping when I called it ‘enough’.
Or
This was set out by a daughter/granddaughter, helping a ‘senior’ move. Since the Village is a mixed group of ages, perhaps the idea was, someone else will welcome it gladly into their space.
Once again, I’ll never know.
