hi. my name is sarah and i dead-end lilies. i've been picking withered flowers for most of my life now. i can't remember when it started...or even the last time i walked by a lily patch without having the urge to pick. the overwhelming impulse has ruined the last couple of weeks of my walks to work. you see, there's this long row of day lilies along the route to work, and every morning i get delayed by picking the dead lilies off their stiff stems. and as i am picking i usually wonder, 'why didn't God arrange to have these past-prime flowers fall as soon as they finished being beautiful?' He could have saved me a lot of trouble if i didn't have to play clean-up every morning.
but in the end, i have to say that i am thankful for the opportunity to feel useful.
actually, this morning i didn't dead-end at all. i guess that means i am celebrating one day of pickers sobriety. i'm gonna have a drink...or two. maybe three.
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