Hello,
Last night I woke at 3:00 to the sound
of a stressed young voice saying, “Mommy.” My heart was beating fast as I looked
to the side of the bed for one of my children who was not standing there. Then
I checked to see if it was one of my grandchildren asking for their mother, but
they were not there either. It was not really part of the dream I has having,
but it seemed such a terribly real insertion. It disturbed me. I even wondered
if I should start calling my children to see if something were wrong, but I had
no idea who would need the call. A phone call in the middle of the night with
no good reason behind probably would not be welcomed by any of them.
I finally went back to sleep to sink
into other dream scenes.
Leroy and I went to the garden early
this morning thinking we might pick and can green beans. However there was only
a handful left to pick. Our urging and advertising is working as others are
coming to get a meal’s worth. I am pleased. One person even posted that they
weeded as well. The only downside is that I will not get much canned for next
winter, but we will manage as we have in the past. This is after all, a
community garden. It seems to be a very positive force in the neighborhood.
More positive forces are always welcome.
Now if you want turnip greens there is
a great crowd of them enjoying the sunshine.
On Facebook, I posted a recent picture
of the garden in our front yard. I thought you might like to see that.
Paula
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