It’s hard to tiptoe on the tulips when they are slick with snow– Snow, shmoe, I won’t let it get me down. The weather changes so fast around here that you might not even notice something very fishy going on in the rhubarb patch. What, exactly, is this? I’ve had this rhubarb for seven summers [...]
Read more...Coming back home after eight days away I am hit by one particular fact: my living room smells like dirt. No, I can’t blame my husband for letting things fall to pot. The kids are in one piece and the house is still standing. The house smells like dirt in a good way. Forest path [...]
Read more...Yeah, that one. The one planning for a flowering spring. The one with a song in her heart and a belief in the future. The one dancing with hope. That’s me, really. With just a few tweaks to the old personality. I am not known for having patience. A fondness for delayed gratification didn’t make [...]
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