Baseball season had started. I had never played baseball before. I had never held a bat before either and had no idea how to hit a ball. So the next time teams were picked at school, no one wanted me on their team. I was so heartbroken, because nothing had ever happened like that before, I have always been pretty good at all things sports.
I went home heartbroken and poured my heart out to my Mom. She called my Dad at work and told him. He came home early from work with baseball mitts, bats and balls. He took me out in the yard, and until it was too dark to see, he had me hit balls, and catch balls and that night he showed me how to put linseed oil on my mitt and rub it in really good and sleep with it under my mattress to break it in.
The next time it came time to pick teams, I kept quiet and yes, I was picked last. I sort of smirked to myself. When it came time to swing at that pitch, I knocked it out in center field and made it to third base. Needless to say, I was never picked last again. That is a good thing about spring, kite flying, yo-yo's, marbles and of course, baseball. Don't you think?
The other day, I went out to the mail box and there was a little package. Have you ever visited the blog,
Gumbo-Lilly? She is one of my friends and I love her blog. I love her stories of living on the prairie. Of being a house-wife and gardener and herbalist. She also has sheep and cows and that always speaks to my heart.
She mailed me one of her lovely hand embroidered tea towels.
She also mailed some of her seeds. One thing I love is exchanging seeds and growing them in my garden. I hope to grow them because they are some of my favorites.
Blessings from my heart to you,
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