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I was standing in the kitchen Saturday afternoon, looking out the window, thinking about what I needed to do next. I had been working on the rental place in the morning, making a bunch of minor repairs, together with my son, who loves being daddy's little helper these days. We stopped by our community garden plot on the way back, and pulled up all the tomato cages and loaded them into the station wagon.
Then we went for a walk, or a hike- as he called it- through the scrubby patch of forest and weeds and junk next to the railroad tracks that flank the garden. Then we came home to mom and sis for lunch.
So, I was feeling really accomplished by early afternoon and looking forward to getting into our backyard garden. Gita saw me looking out the window and read my mind.