“It seems to me that the task of the unfinished woman is to acknowledge her life as a work in progress, allowing each passage, evolution, experience to offer wisdom for her soul.”
-Joan Anderson

I busy myself in the garden early this morning. The hydrangeas are flooded with every shade of purple, blue and green. I pick cherry tomatoes, and one cucumber. I cut back some unhappy dahlias, wondering what is that making them misbehave. I keep myself busy, waiting for the call. When it comes I cry a little bit, alone in the garden, for it seems I am now, the Gramma of a Kindergartner.

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