Sometimes I need the pause that comes from having to water the garden. We have no fancy drip system or sprinklers since we're just renting. Soon we'll move and dig up these plants and take them with us. Maybe in our new home we'll have a more efficient way of keeping them alive but for today I'm slave to the long snaking hose, hot from the sun. My mom usually waters. But she's on vacation and has entrusted me to keep her plants alive. We're co-owners of this garden. But she's the boss, the one …
a student of grace, seeking wonder, becoming fluent in the language of hope
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