Heart of a Southern Woman

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“F” is for A Flamboyance of Flamingos!



The 82 year-old man looked forlornly out his window as he cut off the lights and prepared to go to bed. Would Spring ever come? He knew he was down in the dumps, because it had been a long winter with record snowfalls, and he hadn’t seen anything but white and gray for months.  He was so ready for a colorful Spring–but would it ever come? He’d had a lot of trouble with his back and knees as well, so he wasn’t sure just how much he’d be able to do in his beloved garden this year. His knees had given him so much trouble, he hadn’t been to church, or anywhere in weeks…that was the problem, he had cabin fever! He said a little prayer that God would help him look on the bright side, starting the very next day. With that thought in his mind, he kissed his wife goodnight, wrapped up in a warm soft blanket, and snoozed away.

The next morning, his wife awakened him and seemed so excited, you’d think it was Christmas! For a minute he wondered if the kids had surprised them and arrived with the grandchildren to cheer them up! “No,” she said, “just hurry, come get your coffee and see!”

Struggling into his robe and sliding on his slippers, he shuffled into the kitchen hardly opening his eyes. It seemed last night’s vows– of enjoying today had gotten lost overnight.  His wife handed him a cup of coffee, dark and strong just the way he liked it. Then to his surprise, she walked over to the large bay window and threw open the curtains. He’d never seen her do such a thing, and thought maybe it had snowed 10 feet!  

What a shock he had– to see 100 or more ,plastic pink flamingos strutting around his front yard!  He laughed out loud–a booming, house shaking belly laugh! What else could you do?  “So that’s what you call a flamboyance of flamingos?!” he said. He and his wife just stood side by side, gazing out the window, with a silly grin on their faces which gave way to giggles every so often. “Thank you God,” the man whispered as he squeezed his wife’s hand. He knew that this was a message from his church, from the minister and the kids! They were saying “We miss you!”  “We love you!” “Here’s some color for your world!”  How wonderful, it was kind of like being wrapped in cotton candy! He decided he couldn’t wait another minute to be outside among them, robe and all! Suddenly his knees didn’t hurt so badly, things were looking brighter, and wasn’t that a Spring breeze he smelled in the air?!

Author: Helen Holshouser

Old enough to enjoy life, I am a Red Hatter, grandmother, gardener, and amateur genealogist. I am a retired clinical psychologist, master's level, who is disabled with heart disease, but having fun with family and friends. Married over 40 years, I have two grown daughters and three grandchildren. I have learned that grandchildren provide a joy one never knew existed---writing feeds my soul, gardening is therapy, and genealogy research makes me feel like a detective!

6 thoughts on ““F” is for A Flamboyance of Flamingos!

  1. what an uplifting post – we need some flamingos here! spring is taking a long time to get here!

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  2. I loved this post! My Aunt loves flamingos, and this reminded me of her. Well done. So uplifting, I could sense his excitement.

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  3. Thank you so much Judi! Here’s wishing you warm sunshine coming your way!


  4. Thank you Lauren, that you could “feel his excitement” means the world to me! I think your Aunt and I would be good friends! LOL


  5. I’m really late with my blog reading today – but what a great start! Thank you Helen, a wonderful and uplifting story. Such a great reminder of how much we need each other. Thank you


  6. Thank you Debs! I believe that story was a gift from God, it just came to me. Wish I could think of them all the time like some of you seem to do, but I am thankful for this inspiration.


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