I’ve spent many years sitting up with babies and learned to appreciate the time for prayer. And if I dream about people, I assume it’s for a reason, especially if I haven’t thought about them in living memory.
Your post has me thinking about gardening, now :-), but it’s too cold today. It will probably be another month before I can get my boys to digging things up!
If you have a big south window—get those heirloom tomatoe seeds planted! LOL
I need to do that. So many tasks. Wheee.
Your dad looks like a fairly intense fellow. Was that true/is that true?
My impression looking at his pic is that he has/had a big heart of love, sensitivity and compassion but often kept it hidden behind a brusque exterior. I don’t know if that’s correct or not . . . just my impression looking at his face.
. . . that he’d do most anything for those he loved . . . but might not always be considered a warm teddy bear in ALL his communications.
Anyway—I should go back and get my 2nd chunk of sleep.
Blessings. Thanks for the ‘chat.’