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July rain in a year of drought as I plant peas in the new garden I have spent months building in expectation. The sky has been quiet and I have been thinking peas and maybe the zucchini will bring change and blessing. I dreamed last night of my parents’ new home– the one they inhabited when they left me behind on earth. This new soil is yielding such discovery. What else, I wonder, should be planted?
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
July Rain
July rain in a year of drought as I plant peas in the new garden I have spent months building in expectation. The sky has been quiet and I have been thinking peas and maybe the zucchini will bring change and blessing. I dreamed last night of my parents’ new home– the one they inhabited when they left me behind on earth. This new soil is yielding such discovery. What else, I wonder, should be planted?
tom-mccubbin
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
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