Just a long talk with mother about poetry I wrote at 13 in a gardening notebook i had given her. She kept her diary of all planting in the garden since 1998. This should be preserved for anyone who wants to know what my parents work as gardeners, a truth of their talent, was. She says she gives it to me when they sell the house. Keep it someone. I will see a reproduction of my childhood home gadens in my future life. I am so fucking spoiled! Thank you with all my heart my Lord and Saviours, God and Jesus. and Buddha.