Eight years ago I started this blog as a place where I would document my gardening. It was anonymous and private.
I have journaled about gardening and subsequent life endeavors ever since I managed an …
It is only an hour time difference but it feels like the moon is tugging against the sun, a force that keeps me in bed. I am tired but I am wide awake. I get up.
Andy is up …
Yesterday, after many days with plans I put my foot down. I felt like my words enunciated and firm as my children bounced and asked if friends could come over for the fifth day in a row.