“but now the news of the world aged him more than time itself.”
― Paulette Jiles, News of the World
the yellow loosestrife would take over the garden if I let it. this gives me pleasure, assuming that when I leave this world, it will still bloom, summer after summer. I spend the morning in the garden deadheading and doing my best to prune our hydrangeas (which is a bit confusing). come afternoon we head into town to have scones and tea and paint at one of those studios, where you can pick out your unglazed item and paint away. Percy picks out the best mug for his dad and they work together on colors and design. he then helps me finish up mine. We eat scones, with lime coconut cream! and we leave our projects to be fired. i watch my son and his family moving through all the steps of parenting a five year old. one who has his own opinions, and my heart swells at the good job they are doing. I marvel at how time flies. I worry about the state of our world right now, and can’t help but wonder how they will handle the mess we are leaving them as I watch them interact and laugh as they celebrate father’s day, while deep in my heart I pray and pray.
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