When your front doorbell chimes on Sunday afternoon, who might be paying a visit?
The preacher?
Not this time.
When I opened the door, there stood a pretty young lady, with a fish.
A good sized, yellow goldfish.
In a baggie filled with water.
She held it out like an offering to an unknown god.Pretty fish - more yellow than gold and a great size.
Seems her daughter had received the fish from a Romeo.
Alas, however, she had no place to keep it, seeing as to its size.
She has Beta, but no place for a 3" x 3" gold fish.
Since her mother had heard from a relative's fiance that we were planning on cleaning out our goldfish pond and were looking for a container to hold the fish while we drained and cleaned the pond, she came to us, bearing a gift.
What? Run that past me again.
We'd been at Adams' Nursery getting some pots to transfer my gigantic ferns and saw some containers in their back lot. We talked to the folks there about the upcoming goldfish pond project, and there you have it. Word was out.
Joining Dot, Dreamsicle, Big Daddy, Jasper, and GreenieWeenie, among others, we have a new gold fish among our menagerie of fantails, speckled orange and white beauties, and butterfly koi,.. I call it New Kid.
And there you have it. What a Serendipity!
You just never know.
