We went to church Sunday and then over to visit some friends of ours after lunch. The guys went out back and as she and I sat there talking about our lives, politics, spiritual topics and world issues (obviously, she and I have been friends for a VERY long time), she brought out a book and said she thought I might enjoy it. So I am currently reading Wildflowers from Winter, by Katie Ganshert. So far I have enjoyed it and it’s a fairly easy read.
We came home yesterday afternoon and since neither my husband nor I are big football fans, and there was precious little on television but; my Husband watched whatever he could find and I sat down with the book and read it halfway through. I brought it with me to work today to read at lunch time and hopefully by the end of this evening I shall have completed it. Gosh, I had forgotten how much I liked to read. When I was young I would read a book just about every other day. I just loved to read. Life sometimes takes over and prohibits us from reading as we’d like and we just sort of get out of the habit; and then when we do have time we choose television and so often we watch mind-numbing reality shows, or the endless onslaught of reruns and have to endure commercials that we wouldn’t want to sit in the same room with our own children or grandchildren and watch together. I can at least choose what I read and if I don’t like it I can always close the book. That last statement probably showed my age because I’m fully aware there are, I think you call them, E-Readers? I’m just not sure if I’m ready to curl up with an E-Reader yet!
I put sweet potatoes in water yesterday and sat them in a sunny window. I have started my own slips now for 4 years because these sweet potatoes I've grown taste wonderful. They have produced each and every year and each year they've been better than the year before. I always find an old wide-mouth pint jar and put the potato halfway into the water and hold it up by toothpicks and then when the starts are oh, about 6-8 inches long I pluck them off and put them into another jar of water and let them grow good strong roots. It’s these that I plant into the garden when the ground gets warm enough. It is definitely no minor miracle that these are from those same sweet potatoes I planted so carefully 4 years ago. I’m anxious to see what year 5 brings to life!