Dear Daughters,
These tomatoes,
and the others I gather from my garden as they ripen,
are feeding
my soul
in ways I want you to know one day .
This is how.
They allow me to pretend I am Grandmother Mills,
with a bonnet on in her garden in Ricardo.
They allow me, in this modern world,
to be who I was created to be.
They are a blessing and a gift
from God.
They are frustrating and worrisome- as most good things are.
They are imperfect-
which is my absolute favorite state of being.
So find something somewhere you can plant,
that you can stand over with a hose slowly running,
and see what I mean.
Love,
Mom
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Linking to:
Cowgirl Up @ http://farmhouseporch.blogspot.com
and
Coastal Charm @ http://linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com
