Commune

I sold my mothers dining room table last night. One of the last things my mother mentioned to me, in her right mind, was what a poor job I was doing taking care of it. She was right but I like to believe it came alive in the second part of it’s life, rather than sitting lonely in a room waiting for people to commune around it only a few times a month.

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Making Way for New Blooms

All week I have wanted to be out in the backyard having coffee with the roses. I’ve been waiting for the blooms to pop and brighten my day. It just took some effort to help the blooms come along. It also reminded me that the garden is here to, wanting to be with me, even as I try to give it a rest and just let it be.

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