I was out and about earlier today trying to uncover part of my vegetable garden and blackberry patch...

By Linda Workman Smith

I was out and about earlier today trying to uncover part of my vegetable garden and blackberry patch. Cutting limbs from my neighbor’s pecan tree--that had fallen upon our mutual fence, and across one end of my garden bed-- it occurred to me that my girls and I had been to the Harper’s cellar on two separate days. Hummmm. Seems I lost a day somewhere.

My tale was correct up to the point that we checked on my home in Shawnee then—after stopping at Braum’s—returned to their home in Meeker. I was sleeping over that night—Sunday—so that I could be with my great granddaughters while my daughter/granddaughter went to fetch their daddy—our hero.

Monday morning was spent finishing a banner the girls were constructing for their daddy’s homecoming and watching the weather. Daddy’s plane was delayed. Mama made decision to stay home with her children till weather cleared our area. Went to Harper’s cellar. Neighbors and two well behaved dogs in attendance again. In gathering horror, watched weather broadcast on the little black and white television as storm chasers reported the tornado’s path of destruction.

After the all clear, my girls and I returned to their house, just down the road and my daughter/granddaughter left on her mission. Daddy wasn’t expected by girls till the following day. Spent time eating ice cream and having talent show.  Mama and Daddy texted when they were nearly home—took girls to play room to read—Mama came down the hall into the play room said, “I brought y’all something.” From the darkened hallway stepped Daddy, our hero. Pandemonium erupted!

This was truly a priceless ending to TWO chaotic days.

As always, happy gardening,

L.W.S.

MCMGA