Day Thirty-Six

As I was burning the garbage one morning I found myself singing a prayer about my unknown future.  When I stood up I saw my landlord's housekeeper standing behind me, and thought she must have heard me.

I wondered what she thought of me singing but thought she wouldn't think too much about it since she often sang as she worked.  Besides, she did not know English, so she could not have known what I said.

All that day my landlord's housekeeper worked cleaning the yard, piling up great bundles of weeds to be dried by the sun.

In the garden, the lilies had died down from the dry weather.  I wondered what would become of them if the recent slight shower should bring any of them up too soon.