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If you are taking a walk in November on the streets of Kingston and you find a plastic poinsettia blossom, this is good luck.  If you continue on, and you get a screw piercing thru your shoe, scratching the sidewalk so that you have to stop and lean on a tree to pluck it out, well then what is that? 

First you are flowered, then you are screwed?  But one continues on, chatting non-stop with your walking buddy, till several blocks later when you both hear “Ladies!”  And then there is the smiling man in the soft purple sweater, the very color of lilacs in the Spring, and he says “Would you like some roses?”  And he says he was going to have to throw them out anyway, and he walks you over to where they are, and he presents you each with a small bouquet, done up with wheat grass and rubber banded; one is dark blood red, the other peachy yellow.  You offer surprised and warm thanks, and continue walking, your moods elevated and belief in serendipity restored…if we hadn’t walked down this block at this time, etc….then of course, in the way of true buddies, you wrest the rubber band off, and share the colors – now…a true blending of the hearts.  So, things do come in threes of course…..and amidst the flowers, you may get screwed…………..