On Mother's Day we drove by our land as we were heading to Bible Study. I glanced at a home just down the road from us as we sped by. I spotted something that I thought might belong to me. Could it be my wire baskets? Pete proceeds to pull into the drive-way and we checked them over. I was pretty confident they were mine. Pete knocked on the door and no one answered. On Monday my super hero stopped by the home again and inquired about my baskets. The women was mortified! Caught red handed!
Actually, she informed Pete that her neighbor "found them" and had given them to her. Pete explained what we would really appreciate back was my terracotta pots. (See, my mom had given me the terracotta pots filled with flowers the first spring we lived on Mackinaw Cove and since my mom isn't alive I tend to cherish things she's given me.) The women told Pete she would call the neighbor and have him call us ASAP.
Pete was home about an hour when an older man called to let us know he had my baskets and we could come over right away and pick them up. Superman went right over and retrieved my baskets. The man was very apologetic, said he didn't realize they belonged to anyone. I'm not sure how he didn't notice the survey stakes,the new drive-way and two acres mowed for the first time in 25 years, not to mention the pots were a 1/4 mile off the road.
What I do know is...I did marry Superman!
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