Reclaiming Your Peace

Planting Fields Arboretum
Planting Fields Arboretum

Years ago, I went to The Planting Fields arboretum with a relative by marriage. she should rest in peace, a chronic complainer who, that day, would not stop complaining about the sore in her mouth caused by her dentures. She kept pulling back her dentures to show it to me. Before long, I was as miserable as she was. Then, from nowhere, an Irish setter bounded into the no-dogs-allowed garden with a sock in his mouth. He leaped into the lily pond pool and swam with such a purpose, holding that sock out of the water. My relative was even more infuriated and began chasing that dog along with the security guards. Whenever I go to the Planting Fields today, both memories come up, but I attach myself to the one about the Irish Setter and the sock and turn that day and the present into a fond memory. A dog is indeed man’s best friend.