One: Is someone out there conversant with Adobe InDesign who would be willing to change the date on two flyers? I am balking at paying up to 100 bucks–though maybe I’m just being cheap. Or maybe I’m just asking in the hopes I will receive!
Two: A reminder about my newest book: HARROWED: Life Lessons from the Garden.
This is my usual sunny, carefree romp through the byways of life.
An excerpt:
April 16, 2018
Last night I was overcome with a sense of sorrow so acute it was all I could do not to cry out. For at least four years I’ve been contemplating making a will, figuring out whether I want to be buried or cremated, buying a cemetery plot.
Last night I suddenly realized the reason I have been dragging my feet on “getting my affairs in order” is that I haven’t been able to bear the fact that I will die alone, do not have even one person I feel I can ask to be my executor, must arrange for and pay for my own funeral, burial and headstone.
I am a grain of wheat that is dying.
Up till now, I simply have not had the strength yet to “die” alone.
May 5, 2018
I cannot believe how gorgeous the garden looks. It has surpassed my wildest expectations, especially in light of the fact that I’d never before gardened and had no fancy equipment nor tools.
The fremontodendron, after my practically daily prayers over the past year and a half, has produced one glorious deep yellow-orange-gold flower, cup-shaped with a scalloped edge.
The silver bush lupine that I planted last fall October is already beautifully filled out and is flowering, pale purple.
Likewise the showy penstemon, hummingbird sage, and two kinds of sticky monkeyflower. The toyon is taking off, the redbud is sporting small shiny leaves and clusters of dark pink-purple buds, and one of the three coral bells has sent up a stalk with tiny round salmon-pink buds.
All, all, all glory to God. I did nothing. “I am the vine, you are the branches.”

Well, there’s one kind-a favor I’ll ask of you
There’s just one kind favor I’ll ask of you
You can see that my grave is kept clean…


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