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There are many serious things I could think about today but again it is a gorgeous day, over seventy degrees, and I am choosing to do other things.  Out of respect for all who are suffering from subzero temperatures and battling snow, I must go outside and continue the work of expanding my garden.

Groups of neighborhood children thrilled at helping me yesterday.  Today they are going south of the line to attend their 35-year-old uncles funeral in Mexico today.  He died in a terrible car wreck after being chased at high speeds the night before last in what was probably a drug deal gone bad.  Out of respect I will go out along the roadsides today and fill the back of my trusty 1978 El Camino with rocks I can haul back here.

When the children are free again tomorrow, they will thrive on helping me sculpt the soil they have already learned to love the smell off as we plan for new life that will come from the seeds we will plant when we know the nights will again be consistently warm enough.

All that I can write about suffering and child abuse can wait for another day.  My sister came for her visit and left yesterday.  I miss her.  We talked nearly constantly for the three days and four evenings she was here, much about our abusive childhood.  But, more on that later…….

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