mosses monday L...

there is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity 

under the heavens

(ecc. 3 niv)

~@~

a time to laugh

seasons came,

and seasons went.

and by the grace of God,

mosses enjoyed

each for what it was.

a time to plant

when springtime finally arrived

mosses donned his

farming clothes,

his yard shoes,

and

a baseball cap

john had given him

to keep the sun out of his face.

mosses was ready to get

out of the house,

to breath in fresh air,

to work in his yard,

and,

with a little help,

to plant and tend his garden...

from his outdoor-wheelchair

(which was half wheelchair/

half duct tape;)

he caged his

tiny vegetable plants,

he weeded around them,

and

he watered them.

a time to uproot

then...

he reaped the rewards

of having done so.

he had a garden

and a harvest,

which was newsworthy!

and also that every man

should eat and drink,

and enjoy the good

of all his labour

it is the gift of God.

mosses shared his harvest.

most every afternoon

his family and friends

found on their porches...

handle-knotted

plastic bags

full

of tomatoes, turnips,

cabbage, and green onions.

mosses loved sharing!

a time to love

and

he also loved receiving

calls of thanks 

at the end of the day...

not because he expected them

but because he loved hearing

the voices of his loved ones.

he loved talking about his garden

he loved hearing about

his loved ones' respective day.

mosses loved.

~@~

and a time to dance

(to be continued)

love and Gods blessings,

dani xxx

ps. on my side-bar,

you will find earlier entries

entitled,

"our love story"

in ascending order.