Puddles tooting…haha….I love how the young ones look at the world! I love Carol’s imagination of bushes growing from asphalt. I think of a picture a former boss had in her office — it was a *cough* weed growing up through a crack in the pavement. I think the word underneath was “determination” or something similar. I think of that picture every time I see nature triumphantly growing through such adversity. 🙂
Carol A. Hand
I should be editing today, but I promised my granddaughter I would share this story. We didn’t have a chance to work on it together so I’m writing it for her.
More fierce storms rolled through on Saturday evening when my granddaughter was spending the night. She grew frightened as the sky darkened and warnings about severe storms headed our way sounded on the radio.
She was on the verge of tears. “Ahma, where can we hide?”
“I have another idea, Sweetie,” I replied. “Let’s go outside and offer tobacco with a prayer. I’ll teach you how. The lightening and rain haven’t come yet so there’s still time.”
I showed her the garden I had chosen, but she found her own special garden by the ninebark bush. When she finished, she smiled and we went inside and read a story.
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