Gray Clouds,

You seem so heavy-hearted. I sincerely wish I could stand taller and reach you to BETTER SUPPORT YOU. I want to hand-deliver bouquets of roses to you. Drawing pictures of accented sunshine and smiling rocks makes me feel good. That’s the state of mind I want to be in often. If I could capture the sounds of a babbling brook running through a field, I would.
Jacket-weather isn’t the best for me. I do better when warmth insulates my timid moves. I’m glad you understand and acknowledge I’m doing the best I can with what I have.
It’ll be spring soon and I will plant pansies and other insect-attracting plants. I will put time in, studying notes and conditions. I hope you save us some excess hydration to moisten the soil to feed roots. We all grow better when cared for and clear about our wants.
– KyleKeech


Well done
Good morning to my genius grandson and you are a genius you are it’s amazing what you rate I could never do that I love you Kyle I miss you