The "garden" at my house is very small these days. Not many "small plants" make their way in and out each day, but some days the "vase" has more "flowers" than others.
Yesterday morning, just before leaving for Ladies' Prayer, I got a message from the mom of my friend Vinegar. Could he come and play while she went to MOPS? He doesn't do so well there and would much rather play with Hannah. We ended up meeting at the church, acquired one small and much loved little boy, and went home later with two small "flowers", Rocky and Vinegar.
I'm still not quite sure what to do with "The Garden". Some- times I des- perately want to do something else, and sometimes I get great satisfaction from the tales and antics of small children. Perhaps it is all in my perspective.
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