Meanwhile, pluck tomatoes ripe from the garden. Watch the quinces shed their fur, turn late-summer-yellow, and burst with promise while cockatoos eye them off. Check the peaches. See the opening flowers on the lemon tree. Cut the roses, deck the table. Water, plant and wait. Number days and count the joys and trust that tears shall cease.
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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