Struggling Well With Life

Supposedly, “Hoffman” means yard man. It sure could, cause I really enjoy the yard and the endless projects it offers up. In May, my yard was worth a drive by. Thick, and I mean thick, green grass. Hostas in variety, and every bed full of growth and color. My neighbors must of thought so too, for I was awarded Yard of the Month. It’s funny how quickly green can turn to brown without water. What a natural revelation! Summer, and a change in pattern, if we are not careful, can find us infrequently getting to the well, and bit parched spiritually. I am finding that the well does not exist in that particular chair in the front room at 5:30am, but can be accessed no matter the location.