One summer day when Kisa was three or four months old, Tom and I decided to let her roam about the yard while we worked the flower beds. She was old enough to not be underfoot, but still young enough that we knew she wouldn’t wander off.

We had cleared a new flower bed and I was trying to get it planted, but having one heck of a time.  Every five minutes I was misplacing something.  First, my garden gloves went missing. Then my trowel went missing.  Then my spare trowel went missing. Then, the six-pack of pansies I was planting went missing!

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