Starting with A Mystery

Posted on January 3, 2006 in Festivals

On New Year’s Day, a strange woman spoke to me as if we knew each other and two poinsetta plants appeared on my doorstep. The woman stood with two other neighbors, one of whom I knew and asked me where we were going with the cakes that I carried. (It was to my cousin’s house.) Upon our return after dark and in a hard rain, I tripped over the poinsettas. One was white and the other red. There was no card to tell me who left them.