Posted by Edith Cook on Sunday, October 23, 2011,
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I love my vegetable garden, and I love to share its bounty.
"Your blue potatoes taste good," a child at a school function said and hugged me.
"I am glad you like them," I said. "They are from my garden." I had brought the potatoes to a school lunch, microwaved them in the kitchen, peeled and cut them into chunks and offered them with a bit of butter and salt.
My garden is my friend in times of stress, my physical therapist when I ache, my outlet for sharing joy. Recently, when the first nigh... Continue reading ...
Though I now live in Wyoming, I make frequent return trips to California with visits to travel club members along the way. At home I play classical guitar, enjoy gardening and cooking, and participate in group yoga. Getting together with family and friends is high on my agenda. I value people who write or make music and love it when my adult children and their offspring play their instruments, sing songs with me, or discuss what they read and write. Such gatherings help me cope with the losses in my life, which have been severe. Next year I hope to visit family in Germany.