Heather was outside tending her beautiful flower garden. It was very humid and muggy outside her home. It was also very hot outside. This was typical summer weather for Eastern Ontario.
“My flowers look really good today,” said Heather to herself. “I am very proud of my garden.”
Heather has good reason to be proud of her garden. She works very hard to keep it watered and weeded. She spends a lot of time in her garden.
A few days went by and Heather had to weed her garden. A few of the weeds had grown to almost a foot tall.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Heather, finding a poor little summer flower in the corner of her garden. “You poor little flower. You are all wilted. How did I miss watering you? The weeds must have been hiding you.”
One by one, Heather frantically pulled the weeds out from around the wilted flower. She then watered it.
The poor wilted flower started to perk up. The more Heather worked with it, the more beautiful it looked. Pretty soon, that poor wilted flower was the most beautiful flower in the garden.
A few days went by and the wilted flower continued to grow and it continued to get more and more beautiful.
“Look at my beautiful flower,” said Heather, admiring it.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Heather’s neighbour, Mrs. Smith, who was outside taking her morning walk. “Look at how beautiful that flower is.”
“Yes,” agreed Heather. “It sure is. It is the most beautiful flower in my garden. It was all wilted when I first found it. It was buried by the tall weeds.”
“A wilted summer flower,” said Mrs. Smith. “Do you know how lucky you are to have it in your garden?”
“Very lucky,” said Heather. “I love this flower.”
“Seriously,” said Mrs. Smith. “Bringing a wilted summer flower back to life is not something to take lightly. I have read about this flower and you are the only person I know that has been able to bring one back to life. You have a special knack for flower gardens.”
“I really didn’t do much,” said Heather. “I just weeded around it and watered it. I called it beautiful every single day.”
“You spoke to it?” asked Mrs. Smith.
“Yes,” said Heather. “I talk to all my flowers.”
“I think that may be the secret,” said Mrs. Smith. “I have a wilted summer flower and I can’t get it to grow. I will try talking to it and see if that makes a difference.”
“Okay,” said Heather. “Good luck and let me know if that works.”
Mrs. Smith went home and she went around the side of her house where she had her flower garden. She first weeded all the way around it and then she watered it.
“Little wilted flower,” said Mrs. Smith. “Please come to life like Heather’s did. I know you can be a beautiful flower.”
The wilted summer flower remained wilted. Mrs. Smith was very disappointed.
“Any luck,” said Heather a few days later.
“No,” said Mrs. Smith. “In fact it looks more wilted than ever.”
Heather went over to Mrs. Smith’s garden and she started talking to the poor wilted flower.
“I know you can be a very beautiful flower,” said Heather in her sweet, soft voice. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
“Oh my!” exclaimed Mrs. Smith, when she saw the wilted summer flower grow into the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. “It is your voice that makes it grow.”
“No,” said Heather. “It can’t be.”
“I believe it is,” said Mrs. Smith.
“There is nothing special about my voice,” said Heather.
“Mrs. White has a wilted summer flower in her garden,” said Mrs. Smith. “Lets go find out if it will start growing for you.”
“I guess,” said Heather, reluctantly. “But I can tell you it won’t work. There is nothing special about my voice.”
Heather went to Mrs. White’s house, which was a few doors down the street. Mrs. Smith told Mrs. White about the two wilted summer flowers that Heather had brought to life just by talking to it.
“That sounds amazing,” said Mrs. White. “My husband and I talk to our wilted summer flower each and every day but we have had no luck in getting it to grow. We have heard that they are very beautiful but we have never seen one come to life.”
“They are so beautiful,” said Mrs. Smith. “Heather has brought both her wilted summer flower and mine back to life.”
Mrs. White showed Heather and Mrs. Smith where her wilted summer flower was. Mrs. Smith tried talking to it first.
“Come on little flower,” said Mrs. Smith. “We want to see how beautiful you really are.”
Nothing happened. Mrs. White tried and still nothing. Mr. White, who just came out of the house to see what the commotion was all about, tried too and again, nothing happened.
“Okay wilted summer flower,” said Heather. “Lets see how beautiful you really are.”
To Heather’s surprise, Mrs. White’s wilted summer flower also grew into the most beautiful flower she had ever seen.
“It is my voice,” said Heather. “Wow! I am amazed.”
Heather went around the neighbourhood and the neighbours were all anxious to see Heather’s miracle voice at work on their wilted summer flowers. Heather was the only one who could get the flowers to grow. The wilted summer flowers only wanted to hear her voice.
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