Hello! How are you? I hate that we don’t chat as much. I miss you. And I can never remember if I've written to you or not - so here goes. It’s that time of year again. It is the time of coat roulette. The summer has long gone, pumpkins and fireworks are mere wisps…
It is that time of year again. Not the time of year when the grass is too soggy to hold my wheelchair and I am relegated to the confines of the path, - that came a few weeks ago. (Still it helps me avoid the dog-walking mafia.) No, I am talking about apple season. This…
I started too early. I always do. Despite appearances I am not a patient person, (what do you mean no kidding?) I strive to keep all my impulsiveness in but with gardening, each year, I fail. Gardening is not a sport for the impulsive. Gardening is slow. Gardening is measured, gardening is seeing today what…
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