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Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .
. . . home.
. . . soil.
. . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.
Sweet Dirt Wet
The weather is beautiful and is yet another day of warm/bright/white sunshine against a lazy/slightly hazy sky of light blue, not the dark DEEP blue of completely clear air, which is now still from wind and cool.
The weather pattern has been strange. Last summer was dry until rain storms came and went during the fall. Winter weather has taken a stranger twist: chilled frost and dense fog appeared.
The animals and plants continue to thrive. The parakeets have been happier and thinner than ever. Those days are still here as are the fresh fruits of strawberries, cherries, melons, cantaloupes, grapes, mangoes, apples and oranges.
However sweet life may be, there still lingers the dim prospect of getting a good paying job and the much needed income to “help” feed a family of geniuses. Now that my unemployment benefits have all but expired, which was supposed to have happened back in 03-31-12 but wasn’t thanks to Obama’s Federal Extension, I’m in desperate need for guidance and direction.
I could sing of praises and pray of earnest resolution. For somehow, God has designed my place here at home. I don’t know why I’m not motivated enough to try something different. What I do know is that my imagined prison should be a blessing to two elderly parents, who need my help. And so that’s how I’ll end up – hopeless and poor until I either become dust or buried in dirt.
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