When I met Carrie, she was watering the flowers that had been planted in huge wooden whiskey barrels in front of the cabins. There’s a way to water plants and there’s a way to water plants! Carrie was watering them in that Zen sort of way where you can almost see a connection between the gardener and the flowers. Obviously, we had that gardening interest thing going on, so we started talking plants. I told Carrie about the delphinium garden I had when we lived in Minnesota and found out that she took care of all of the plants throughout the Bozeman Hot Springs Campground.
Carrie is kind of person that reads a speaker’s eyes, and if I had taken her picture, you’d be able to see the kindness behind her own. Because of her interest in gardening, I asked if she was a writer. It was a leap to assume that, but taking a cognitive leap has never stopped me before. When I asked Carrie that question, she looked at me as if I was a fortune teller. She told me that writing romance novels was an interest and aspiration of hers. She then touched my arm in that way that women do when they meet a soul sister. My biggest regret is that I didn’t try one more time to take a picture of the lovely woman who takes care of the plants at the Bozeman Hot Springs Campground and the plants she lovingly takes care of. You’ll just have to imagine Carrie and that special connection some people have to growing flowers.