Postcard from Montréal to Iowa

© Barb Dalton

Dear Katie

I received your postcard, and — would you believe — a minute later, the sky lit up with forks of lightning, clouds growled loudly, and a large downpour ensued.

We did have warnings all day that the storm of the century two weeks ago could happen again. What’s going on? I mean, only 14 days have passed since!

I hope you, your family, your friends and your garden are okay. I know you spend hours puttering between buds and weeds. You sure know how to sprout anything, eh?!

You remind me of my childhood when my Dad did exactly what you do. I wish we lived closer — not only to see in person your garden but to meet the woman who has been pivotal in my writing.

One day, Katie.

As we say here, bisoux (xx) — and be safe!