Make new friends but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold. My template is shaping up.

Hope fills the air. Nothing's impossible. "I don't know what to do first," Pamela tells Keith, "I promised to make a copy of yesterday's talk for three people, but now that the assembly is over, I'm anxious to work in the greenhouse." When Pamela and Keith move into their new house, the ground is muddy and ungroomed. After several years of work, a raised-bed vegetable garden and flower beds galore surround the house. When Pamela wanted a head-start for the ninety-day growing season, Keith built a plastic tent over the six-foot square patio so she could start her own flowers. Next came a twelve-foot, three-tier planting table with built-in lights. "I love flowers. I want flowers everywhere," she said many times. Keith could see that the temporary, plastic greenhouse would never do. Why, Pamela had it so filled with seedlings, there was no where to stand. The next summer he started digging as soon as the ground thawed. He put in a six foot pit of rocks under the greenhouse floor to hold the heat. A ten-foot black tromb wall held the heat of the day to keep the greenhouse warm at night.

Did I tell you about the automobile accident? I've started writing it as a story.