November 18, 2018

On the way to church this morning I remembered the parable of the sower and prayed for my small patch of wildflowers.  Some seeds fell on rocky soil, some seeds were carried away by the wind or by birds, and some seeds sprouted only to be choked by weeds. I hope for the seeds that find good soil and enough water and that will line the edge of the driveway with a splash of color next spring.

I drove back to Oakland from the ranch this afternoon.  A flock of wild turkeys scuttled across the access road as I left, perhaps more reminiscent of those earliest days in the Plymouth colony.  I am grateful for the coming of the rain this week, finally, to relieve Butte County and to begin refilling our reservoirs.

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