"I'm so lonely even with all these people who won't leave me alone. My heart has never hurt like this. It's been forever since I saw my family. I miss them--an all consuming yearning. Knowing that they are a world and an eternity away until this prison sentence is served makes this pain all the more desperate..." Such were my 12 year old thoughts during my first summer camp. 😉 It was only for two weeks, but homesickness overwhelmed me like a wave hitting from behind. I'm sure my daily letter home that they made us write sang these blues like Lady Day in her prime. I could imagine her soft and bourbon-smooth voice coaxing a lonesome sax player's wailing (not many 12 year olds were into Billie Holiday, but her Strange Fruit grabbed me, and I hadn't learned about the Beatles, yet). So I'm moping around like a sad-eyed dog, and about 7 o'clock at night my dad comes strolling into camp with two large watermelons under his arms. He said that on the way, he happened upon a truck full of them that had broken down. He had a couple more in the car. He treated our troop to the melons. I suddenly felt on top of the world! Dads can be such heroes. [A young watermelon in Fran's garden, a whale in the making.] #watermelon #organic #haveaslice #gardening #harvest #orchard #nochemicals #thehardway #workingsohard #hergarden #mothernaturerocks #changeandgrow #growingourfood #spittingseeds
