In addition to Chai and assorted goodies, the Porch Fairy leaves flowers. This bouquet. At least a week old. And still pretty in shades of pink.
In return, I’ve left a couple items for the Porch Fairy.
With all the dressings and pads, the mouth swabs and saline flushes, our garbage can lid just won’t close these days. Pathetically, it has come to this. The Porch Fairy leaves lovely, thoughtful, delicious, beautiful, heartfelt gifts. And in return, I leave her our garbage.
One of us is getting the better end of this deal. And it isn’t the Porch Fairy.