A Story
Soul Music
The radio host tried to convince the audience that the song he was going to play was good, heartfelt, inspiring. No, no, no.
I sighed. Where was the emotion? The joy, sadness, anger, love? I missed the days of raw original music not generated by computers.
I pulled up to the church. A friend's son had died.
As a prelude to the funeral, a fiddler soulfully played Scottish laments. Tears pricked eyes. The older man next to me dabbed his nose with a tissue.
Old hymns were sung reminding us of grace, hope, love.
We left nourished, comforted, healed.
I'm so pleased with how this is going that I plan on making regular seedings over the course of the winter. It will be nice to have some fresh home-grown produce and it will save a little bit of money.
This lettuce is a leaf lettuce with red markings that grows very well in the outside garden as well.
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