Things are moving along. You can tell the clusters, but they look more like itty-bitty peas than grapes. The garden doesn't wait. The weeds grow, the birds hover looking for treats, whether or not I feel like being a farmer today. My heart longs for my sewing machine. I have fabric calling me. The laundry and dishes are calling too, but I am ignoring them. Sundays should be sewing days.I heard from my traveler this morning, and he is having the time of his life in the shadow of the Hymalayas. There are monkeys swinging from trees in the rainforest, and his fellow student is from Wheaton. So many stories, which I didn't get to hear yet because the phone died. Sigh. At least we know he is live and well, and happy. I am amused by the facebook friends he is accumulating on his travels.
Lindsey is working on her application to Physical Therapy school. It must be that time of year. Remember her in your prayers tonight. I continue to load charts, and pick berries, and sneak in sewing now and then :)
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