Tuesday, December 27
A Peculiar Trail
I know a man who follows a peculiar trail. He’s one of the kindest men I know. He’s a freegan by weekend; a guerrilla gardener by week day; and a full time caregiver to at least two retired veterans every other day of the week. He’s driven by a Chinook wind; the Chinook’s name is Boris.
Today, we share the warmth and fellowship of the family hearth … a brief respite along a peculiar trail.
I know a man who follows a peculiar trail. He’s one of the kindest men I know. He’s a freegan by weekend; a guerrilla gardener by week day; and a full time caregiver to at least two retired veterans every other day of the week. He’s driven by a Chinook wind; the Chinook’s name is Boris.
BeBe’s walk in life is a dog trail crossing a frozen tundra; at least for this Minnesota Winter.
But I’ve known BeBe in the spring; I’ve worked next to him in the summer; and we’ve enjoyed more than one fall harvest together.
Spring Faith
Summer Disappointment
Fall Reflection
Today, we share the warmth and fellowship of the family hearth … a brief respite along a peculiar trail.
Kelly
¶ 9:00 PM
