The Plant Lady

A couple of years ago, I was sitting at my desk when I saw a lady walking past my house dressed in gardening clothes. With her wide brimmed straw hat set back on her forehead, her curly hair poofing out from underneath it, and her grubby kneed sweat pants, she looked distinctly out of place on a college campus. I tried to come up with a reason she would be here at Florida State, walking down my street no less. Maybe she was a sister in some sorority down the street, and she tends the garden now that she's retired and has extra time on her hands. I don't really know.

I saw her again today as I got out of my car, wearing the same straw hat and grubby kneed sweat pants. I still wonder why she was here.