Wednesday, May 6, 2020

27 toward the Omer

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In the morning, I follow my mother's counsel, nudging more topsoil around each tomato seedling in the egg cartons before we talk on speakerphone as I shower.

I take a quiet late lunch on the second floor porch. Prop my feet. Watch a bird across the street enjoy a driveway puddle before flying somewhere.

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