Care to stand at my kitchen door and look out? I now have something new and lovely to view, this big hanging basket of petunias. A lot of my followers know that my husband, Phil, teaches chess at the local grade school. Students are fifth and sixth graders, and gifted students. Last Friday was the last class of the school year, and they all had a big pizza party. The student's regular teacher presented Phil with this petunia basket. As you can see, we hung it just outside our back door. We have planted petunias in years past, right under where this basket hangs. They never did well and all died. I hope these fare better. Petunias are South American plants, and their Brazilian name is Petun, from the french word for tobacco. This is because, though it is a member of the Deadly Nightshade family, it is also closely related to the tobacco plant! Some suppose that if it were dried and fixed up, smoking it would be an aromatic and dreamy experience. So should you be driving by my house late one night when the sun has set, perchance you may see a dim vision of a rather plump older lady, inhaling Deadly Nightshade tobacco in the balmy night air. Perhaps you would blink and rub your eyes. Was it just a vision? You never know.
"On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me." Psalm 63:6,8