It would be easy to believe that the sequence of events were not related. I offered to drop off fresh wreaths to a few families who were perhaps in need of extra cheer. They greens were not from me, mind you, I was just the messenger. I left them on the front steps, with a red card. When I got home there was a fragrant wreath that had been delivered to my own door. There was no name. 

 

A woman I have not yet met who sometimes gifts me with half finished quilt projects sent an especially colorful box full. I spent the next week taking up where she left off, and with a minimum of effort I carried to completion five quilts. I even had yardage for the backing because my sister in law had sent a couple of bolts my way when she moved last month. My sister mailed me a box full of thread, as she was paring down her craft area. All I chipped in was time and batting. I offered them as prizes for the faculty party, which of course took place on zoom. But that did not prohibit the culinary extravaganza we have become accustomed to. We picked it up and ate in front of our own screen. I don't recall watching forty people all chew at once before. It wasn't until the party was over that I opened the envelope that was handed to me as I stood in line for take out. There was an unsigned card and a large bill offered on behalf of appreciative parents. 

 

Perhaps ripples are happen in more arenas than just ponds.