I haven't been doing much writing or reading lately: what I have been doing a lot of is weeding....weeding and rambling.
Weeding is a good way to do nothing as long as I don't care how many weeds are still left when I'm done. And on my ramble this morning, I saw wild phlox, buttercups, honeysuckle, ragged robin and forget-me-nots.
Today is Annie's birthday. No wonder she was so persistent in my thoughts
yesterday. If she were still alive (as we say) she would be caught up to me
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2 comments:
I find weeding so medatative.
One my favored methods of solitary prayer. Enjoy the activity, the meditation and the metaphor. Peace.
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