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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Dear Bethany,

Many, many years ago,
on a warm and sunny beach
in a faraway land,
You and I bonded...

Because of some cheery yellow friends,
Which you now wear daily on your arm.


In honor of our two-year friendiversary,
this September,
you're invited....

to God's Wild.
Otherwise known as:
My parents' farm....
Otherwise known as:
Where I grew up.

How?
You + Me + Jet
Three day weekend.
We'll skip a class or two if needed.

Why?
Because my parents are planting a garden,
one acre square...
and it will need to be harvested.

This year is special though.
In honor of the Jubilee,
we're only planting one crop:

Sunflowers.


This garden always has a row of sunflowers bordering it.
They provide a landmark for weary travelers,
and a smile for old friends.
But this year,
They'll be the whole garden.

So come visit.
Sip tea on my back porch.
Frolic with the kittens.
Wander in the woods.
Then help us harvest some sunshine.
And feel free to fill your pockets with some seeds for your own yard.

Sound good?

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