I want to make a confession–I am NOT a green thumb. Never have been. I cannot grow anything to save my life, try as I may. 350 more words
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My parents celebrated their 48th wedding anniversary this week! :) Through the years their home has gained the reputation of the “party house” because there is always good food, welcoming arms, and this glorious garden full of blooms, fruits & veggies, and love. 161 more words
Perhaps I live in a fool’s paradise from time to time, but I tend to think of myself as a fairly capable person.
I’m not saying that I’m perfectly capable, as we all know that would be an outright lie (proven by my past blog posts about sub-par bicycle riding and pathetic night vision.) I’m just stating with a bit of confidence that my life has run a fairly decent course, thus far, and I’ve managed to keep myself, a jack russell, and countless other random animals + Luke rolling down the road. 558 more words
The warm wind blew around me foretelling a light rain to come. The mosquitos lessened and took cover as I pulled bindweed and thistle. I don’t know why I would be weeding a garden that I cannot harvest from but I looked down the other day and noticed my nails were clean. 234 more words