Found out how to water them today--the faucet makes a leak next to the house. Sigh. Spent most of the day with my Kindle pursuing various texts. Except for a wonderful long phone call with my brother. You must read
which is simply and wisely told. I keep thinking of my grandson who is just the age of this boy near the end of his sourjourn in ghettoes and extermination camps. Particularly affecting is the number of times when a family member or new or old friend simply falls out of the story in medias res. At some point in the experience comes the information: "I never saw or heard of him again. And then the narrative continues.