If not for the dew every morning, the plants would be dead. I walked with Jenny in the cool quiet before the sun, as the moon faded away.
Today, more vegetables from the neighbors garden, enough to share. I made deliveries, to my in-laws, my grandmother-in-law, and to our former home. There I talked with a two-year-old and his mother, about the alphabet, about numbers, about words – and chocolate pudding, too.