The sky is flat and gray and skims the trees like a low-hanging roof. After sheets of rain flattened us earlier, we and the nearly-finished gardens wait for more rain, and seeds yet unsown sit piled on the dining room table.
The almost comical regret and sorrow I felt yesterday centered around a lack of flaked coconut in the cupboards. Today would be a perfect day to warm the house by making a German chocolate cake, but just like last year, we have no flaked coconut in the house. Unlike past years, we won't settle for making a spice cake, instead.
The Reason for cake-making on June 8th has flown.
We miss you, Dad.
Happy birthday.
He's been on my mind all day, too. Love you, sister. (And I think I might steal that picture.)
ReplyDeleteYou and your family remain ever so deep within my heart, my thoughts and my prayers.
ReplyDeleteI wonder at how he must be celebrating his birthday today... it's a glorious thought. And he is living it.
ReplyDelete((hugs)) I am praying for you all.
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