Foreign soil

My neighbor lady is in England to deliver a speech at a conference. Afterward, she will tour England, Ireland, and Scotland. For me, her yard is “foreign soil” and I’m there to visit her plants. This experience takes me back to the years–in Livingston–when I spent time in my “yarden.”  Enjoyable hours each day tending to my dozens of plants–and an exaggerated effort to have a beautiful yard. In contrast, my yard–in Waco–is neglected and I spend almost all my time sitting at the computer. I’m hoping and praying my early start mornings will lead me to “tend” to neglected projects. (Due to the heat… I must visit her yard early each morning.)

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