Catalogs Arrive
Hope of spring soon to follow
Dad missed tenfold
Dad and I called
each other to talk about our plans for the spring planting season every year. As I looked through my catalogs, I knew he did the same back
home. We chatted about the changes we
wanted to make in the vegetable garden.
He bragged about his adventures planned in the greenhouse. I listened jealously wishing for my own
house, yet knowing I didn't have time for that added work. This year I will have to have one-sided
discussions. People will drive by my
backyard wondering about the middle-aged woman talking to herself as she digs, pulls
weeds, waters, and plants. I don't care,
let them wonder how I went crazyJ I will be asking Dad to pray for my garden.
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