My Front Porch 13

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On my front porch she…

came by excited to finally meet us. The felt fell too the seat and I hurried to keep up. I missed the roots on two watermelon plants when she took the hoe, her hands like freshly smoked buckskin like antique paper. She didn’t miss. That sprout lept into her hands.

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About iknowyouknowmyheart

Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better -Beckett Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.

Posted on June 2, 2015, in blessings, doin things, farmers, luck, travel, true stories and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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