"'Behold the lilies of the field," says Jesus in the gospel,' I read to the little woman.
"Behold the weeds in your beets and squash fields," says the little woman to me.
"'Don't bother with the weeds. The heavenly Father will take care of them at the end of time,' says Jesus," I say in response to Jonka.
"Your own end of time is just about up," retorts Little Woman.
"Now where did I put my hoe and rake?" I mumble.
A daily reading of scripture isn't always what it's cracked up to be.