100! What?
Still October (my favorite time of year)
I didn't think we would make it to 40...then 70...but 100! What an incredible journey. Where to find #100 came to me in a dream. This clover was a block away from my house on the near side of the sidewalk across from a restaurant dumpster. Ok, God, let's go for it.
We walked down and everything was covered in melting snow and cracking ice. There wasn't a clover in sight! I decided to hunt anyway. I bent down at the corner of earth between sidewalk and industry where I thought it would be. I moved a layer of slushy snow then ice then sloppy brown oak leaves to find a muddy patch of ragged clovers. There it was!
#100 belonged to Linda. Linda is larger than life: she laughs big, she loves big, she soothes. The stem on this water-logged clover was thick, strong. Just like my friend, it was grounded and ready to weather.
It's late October and 100 seems like a great place to wrap up this project.
Peace, N
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