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"There are two ways of getting home;

and one of them is to stay there."

- The Everlasting Man

More years ago than I care to admit I would consider a good weekend one where I was go, go, going, off to this event or that.  I was involved with a "young adults leadership training organization," the Jaycees.  We had all sorts of activities that included community service, fund raising, personal development and socials.

Big emphasis on socials.  Big.  We held parties, went to concerts and ballgames, frequented local establishments for the more than occasional "adult" beverage.  It was fun at the time, but it didn't allow for much quiet in my life.

I find now that after a week at work I crave that quiet time.  Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy an occasional concert or outing.  But, now, it is not what energizes and rejuvenates me.

Last Friday and Saturday we put in most of the vegetable garden.  There were a number of tomato and pepper plants that my dad was starting for us and he brought them over on Sunday when he came for dinner.  Monday was a crazy day at work, the fallout from the previous week's implementation was still apparent.  When I got home I changed into my grubbies and headed out to the garden.  What joy it was to play in the dirt and give those plants a new home!

Afterwards, we sat under the Linden tree, drank our lemonade, and watched as the sprinkler ticked away watering our newly placed plants.

We didn't talk about much, if anything.  We just enjoyed what was around us.

And it was good.


AMDG