Wind's Of Change

Chapter 4

Mays was driving down the road in her Bug and stopped. ''Hey, girl need a ride.'' Yeah, I sure do'' ''Well climb in'', and Mays reach over and unlatched the door and opened it for Gypsy. Gypsy climbed in and sat down comfortably. The car sat well and the radio was on the kind of music she liked.

The car smelled good of sweet perfume very lightly though and Mays was a sweet woman who to Gypsy was pleasant and just the same as hanging with a girl her age. They weren't tremendously different in age just by eight years was all.

It was a hot summer day in July and around noon. Mays had on a bright long dress that was flowing and had tinges of lace around the bottom of the dress in ruffles and around the bodice, it was white with little yellow flowers which looked to be either buttercups or dandelions. May loved flowers and had planted them all around her house.

They were riding down the road when Mays said would you like to have lunch with me and Tom he's coming over later after the service. I'm serving fresh veggies from the garden and fried chicken. I've got a special treat too I made using fresh fruit peaches mostly. '' Yeah, I'll stay and eat with you all. I'm not sure what mamas up to I figure her and daddy will head off on a picnic and fish this evening they do a lot. My grandparents usually have dinner with their neighbors they grew up with them and have always been good friends.

We've all been fairly close never really a crossword has ever been said. Although my parents don't approve of a lot of things I do like the clothes I sometimes wear or the music I listen too.

My grandparents say that every living thing has a choice to be made and in order to decide what that choice is going to be or the path were going to take in life we have to discover the things that make us who we are.''

''Gypsy there right, you have the control over your own fate. You know your destination whether it's the right one or the wrong one and you have the power to choose your own fate. Take it girl run with it and have no regrets. Do what you feel is right at the moment it comes to you and then always remember the best things in life come free. Yet everything has a price although sometimes hidden.''

As they neared Mays house Gypsy looked at it in the manner she always did and was delighted at the sight of it.

It was a pleasant white two story house with dark green shutters and beautiful flowers surrounding it. There were boxwoods near the entrance out front they were perfectly shaped in rectangles and circles. Roses climbed the porch rails and were a rainbow of color.

Mays pulled into the driveway and parked the vehicle. They got out and walked up on the porch. A beautiful quilted white porch swing hung on the right side of the porch and matching rockers were on each side of the door. Wind chimes hung up on the porch. The floor was a light bluish green.

They entered the house and Mays said 'make yourself at home''.

Gypsy did she sat down on the sofa. Mays home was so inviting. She could smell the smell of incense and the freshly lit candles.

On the mantle was a glass vase of freshly picked flowers mostly daffodils. The furniture was quaint and homey. Mays had a thing for saving everything and being thrifty. She was handy with her hands and could sew beautifully. Her curtains were handmade and very beautiful.

Her home had a Victorian air to perhaps lingering on from the place she had originated from. The middle of the living room floor had an antique Persian rug. Her fireplace had been designed and made out of rock from a local quarry by the owner before her.

Almost all the fixtures were original to the house. On the chairs were knitted throws she had made and some given to her by her mother. Everything was pieced together to her liking it was a unique look in that everything was beautiful and looked like it went together although it didn't go together.