Tomorrow will be a BIG day for all of us.

I'll ask Miss M. to communicate her thoughts to me throughout the day.

What I miss when they are gone is the almost constant contact and the quiet times in the truck when you check off conversation starting point and reject them all in turn. There are some false starts. But the point is, you're/I'm going away tomorrow. What do you want to talk about? 

We talked a lot about dogs and cats and cooking and baking and gardening and landscaping and vegetables and animals. And nutrition and kids. And family members. 

We did some planting. 

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Miss M. REALLY enjoyed the planting. She said, about half way through planting, that she thought "planting" meant digging a hole and watering something in, and that she, "really hadn't signed on for all of this f-ing %^&*." We got it done. We employed almost every tool we have here-- tiller to antique hoe-- and we planted over 20 peppers and almost 3 doz. tomatoes. And we cultivated the peas, garlic, and shallots. She asked if we should go back and water everything again. I lied and said, "No," because she had really worked hard for a City Mouse, and we really should have watered again.

And then it rained. 

And it's forecast to be not so hot. Daughter C.'s prayers were answered. She's not going to have to pay attention to the garden for a few days. She'll just need to deal with the dogs. 

And then we will be in Cincinnati. 

And we pray that Suzy will be alive when we return.