I think my poem of last week worked, you know the one that began, "rain rain go away, we’ll need you later, but not today . . . because the rain did stop. Talk about unbelievable weather, right?
The garden at my friend’s house has been tilled by Joe, her son-in-law, and tonight I’m over there starting to put seeds in the most amazing soil I’ve ever seen.
But, but soon, and very soon, I’ll be telling you about my Monday night in Hallock, Minn. It’s one for the memory book — from the 120 lovely ladies I met at First Presbyterian Church, to the food and fellowship we shared and the songs we sang together, to my stop at Wilson’s Greenhouse — right down to witnessing the setting of the sun on my way home. It’s a story!