Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Friday, September 16, 2011

In my imagination, I made a deal with the angel.


You will not plant those Dusty Miller or the Viola's before Friday, he said to me. I will. I have every intention of planting those plants. If you plant those plants, I will send a rain and you won't have to water them. He knows that I hate watering. I always try to get the children to water and I have been trying to put together a watering system into the ground and haven't yet.
Half done and he is hovering with the clouds threatening me with the answer. He knows that I am too lazy today to plant the rest. I really need a shovel and a hoe, but he may give me partial credit. I hope so, otherwise, it will be a watering Saturday for me. :)
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