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.
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