Guess what, It's me, Di. We are alive and well. Outside all day from about 5:30 or 6 until 7 or 8 at night. Dash in to the bathroom and a bite to eat now and then, The weather has been dry and temperatures very tolerable. Today it tried to rain, but never amounted to much. Barely made the ground damp. I planted cukes, melons, squash and celery Friday and a row of beans. I bawled out loud when I sorted through my bean seed. Especially when I saw the red kidney and succotash beans which were handed down from Dad. I bawled again when I hilled my potatoes. I could hear Dad saying, "If my potatoes were that big, I would be hilling them." So I did. I bawled when I read Connie's poem, And Frank's reminiscing. I want to write a poem. Why do we weep.? What does it accomplish? I remember and I weep. I look in the mirror and I see piercing blue eyes looking back at me, that look like my Dad. My face crumples and tears stream. I'm starting to see my father in me. And I read of the memorial services at Island Lake and I weep. Why do we weep? I am happy. I feel a cold coming on... In May???? My sinuses burn and I keep sniffing and sneezing. It's not from weeping, I am just a sensitive, sniffly, silly sister. I am happy. Our business is growing, with new customers and repeat customers. Our health is good, energy is high. Birds sing. Breezes sigh in the pine trees, sun shines, food tastes good. Water is cool and sweet. Asparagus delicious from the garden. Fresh salad of Lamb's quarters, dandelion greens, mustard greens and tiny new radishes. Fresh flowers in vases, I counted over a dozen in the kitchen one day. Potted lily in the bathroom wafts it's fragrance to my nostrils as I come and go. Weeding, shifting perennials, waiting on customers, answering questions, advising on culture. pinching spent blossoms, grooming yellowing lower leaves. filling planters with pretty things and watching them disappear into trunks of cars. Going to the retail house in Warren, grooming, watering, taking inventory, making lists, Hurrying home to gather, groom, water and load more plants for Paul to sell in town. Asking Alan to deliver them, so I can wait on customers. Sun shines, fans hum, Greenhouses heat up,, Fans can't keep up, Moisture leaves, plants wilt. Hose gets heavy, Customers can't wait, Watering can't wait. Kathy helps. Sheryl has to tend to her family. She goes on vacation next week. We can manage, Alan is laid off now until August. He will help. Keeps the mower going. Relieves Paul, Hauls plants. Soon it will be all over. Just about three more weeks and things sold or fit only to dump on the compost heap. Love you all so much. Please keep us informed. We look forward to the Fourth of July. Wish we could have been on the lake for the Memorial Weekend. Bye for now. Love, Di
