It was enough to renew our sense of purpose. For a while. After two weeks of chopping,hauling, piling and seeing the “to do” pile was still larger than the “done piles.” (Seriously we have enough wood for five or six viking funerals) My husband was hearing my special words.
I have not written a blog in the past month because it was seeding season. Truth be told, I didn’t
The treadmill at a number 2 incline is nothing compared to the prairie that somehow became Mount Kilimanjaro outside my front door. The shock was so severe the first fifteen minutes involved contemplation of giving up running and making nice with the winter weight that came with that gray sun.
This weekend I received the news. My sister wanted to bring the whole family and visit over the summer. This
