I think Brian and I carried a water jinx with us this summer. Not that I believe in luck, good or bad, but it seemed that wherever we went, there was a water issue.
Fact: We visited mom the first of August, and within a day, the city of Toledo’s automated emergency call service rang in with the dire warning – find more here
In the spring of 2000, my dad and I drove to North Carolina to document the works of art he and my Gramps had created out of stone. He told me he could pick out the stones that had smashed a finger, or been dropped on a toe. Every stone in every wall had a story. Dad talked a lot about a lot of things on that trip.
One thing in particular that dad told me was, “You continue reading here
My mom is a serious gardener. She always has a beautiful garden, but when she downsized a few years ago she lost her garden space. To remedy that, my sibs and I — well, ok, the guys — built garden boxes for her.
Now, she is out there gardening every single day; and look at the results…
When I helped her dig in here
Brian and I have been travelling this week. We started out in Illinois then crossed the Mississippi River at St. Louis into Missouri.
We drove through Missouri into Arkansas,
We continued on through Oklahoma,
And finally we drove into Texas, (which I just discovered is the detour here
I know who I am. I know my past. I know my heart. I know my thoughts. I know the dark corners. I know the skeletons. I know what I am capable of. I know the heartache I’ve caused. I know who I’ve pushed away. I know who I’ve cast aside. I know I let other people down. I know how I’ve neglected you. I know how self-focused I am. I know I insist upon my own way. I know I let you down.
And still, continue here
Marcia Furrow 