Hauling oneself off the couch and out of the house can be a challenge even on the best of days. I was tired this morning and didn't feel much like walking, however my walking buddy (sister) and my cute little step-counter bracelet (Fitbit Flex) called me out into the sunshine. It was a beautiful morning.
While traversing the canned foods my cell phone rang and I found my darling daughter on the other end of the line. She was looking for small, handheld garden tools so I bought her a trowel, a cultivator (little rake like thingy), and a transplanter (looked like a skinny trowel to me), and took them over to her house where she was cleaning out the front garden. She did a nice job and the garden looks great, even if gardening never was her favorite thing. You never know, maybe she'll decide she loves it.
I took a walk in the back yard, checked out Dad's wood and tool sheds, and peeked inside the Garden House. I found little bits of Dad tucked in dark corners, perched on shelves, and hanging along walls. But the bits and pieces didn't all stay hidden away. Some spilled out and into the sunshine reminding me that Dad isn't really so very far away.
In the garage, on the cabinets that Dad build almost 50 years ago for the kitchen, was a message from Mom. The cupboard, carried out by the Cabinet Maker when he remodeled the house, still bears a small scrap of paper with a portion of scripture written in Mom's handwriting. Today it made me smile.
The Barn Collective.
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