He lead me to the window to see my new “raised” garden beds. My heart sank. No raised beds – the paths between had been dug down – – –
Never once did it enter my mind that we were dealing with a new phase of life. Not understanding this, I was furious inside. I dreamed of raised beds, I planned raised beds. But I had lovely sunken pathways.
The guardian angel tapped me lightly on the shoulder and sealed my lips – I responded with love thanking him for the great job. It was done to perfection as was his manner – but disease had invaded.