Nature is Always Watching

Never underestimate a weeping willow.

“Hello! I am Helen and I was really attracted to your home. I was jogging in the neighborhood and did not realize the brick lane would lead to this property. Are you the owner of this gorgeous place?” she stood a few inches away from him on the steps of the porch.

The man shook his head.

“Can I meet the owner?” she asked in her innocent act. She noticed the muddiness on the man’s overall and on his bare feet.

The man shook his head again.

“Who are you?” she asked.

The man took off his sunglasses exposing a pair of stunning green eyes. He seemed to be younger than her.

“Caretaker” he replied in a hoarse voice with the pipe in his mouth and with a smile.

“Oh! So you are the caretaker! Wow! Sir you have kept this place looking really wonderful! I would really like to live here!” Helen blurted out without thinking.

It was unlike her to be so hasty in deal making.

At this, the man’s smile disappeared, he took the pipe out of his mouth and pointed toward the property’s entrance as though telling Helen to leave.