I relish my quiet time.
My husband is at work.
Our three dogs play in the warmth of the outdoors.
The house is void of any unwanted noise...…the welcome sound of silence....
I thirst for quiet times like this because it occurs so rarely.
Then it happened... a faint tap at my front door.
Irritation begins as I realize my quiet has been interrupted.
Don’t they know it’s my quiet time?
The knocking becomes louder and more forceful.
Stingily, I force myself to abandon my desperately needed quiet time.
I can’t help but smile when I looked through the peephole and found myself reluctantly opening the door.
Two children are standing side-by-side with huge grins on their little faces.
I notice quickly that they are dirty from head to toe. The older child immediately starts the conversation before I even manage to completely open the door.
“Would you like to buy some rocks?” she asked.
I didn’t say no...…but pointed towards the pile of rocks that I have accumulated over the years.
Before I could say anything else, they turned around quickly and off they ran towards the house next door.
For some reason… I wish I would have looked more closely at their treasured rocks.
I do LOVE rocks!!!!
I think I’m going to have to seek out those neighborhood children tomorrow and take a closer look at the rocks and perhaps add them to my collection.