1752. I sat on the porch swing, knitting. He sat on the porch chaise, computer and Bible at hand, reading. We drank iced green tea and didn't need to talk. I am so thankful for this young man and so happy that he's home for a bit.
1753. Dug from the side of the road last year, these beauties are about to burst into full bloom.
In the quiet of this afternoon, I give thanks.
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