I don't like to enjoy my yard... I like to work in it... at the beginning of spring I get almost giddy... I make lists of jobs, then I go do the jobs... then I notice more jobs that need doing... I put them on the list... then I do them and cross them off... Continue Reading →
growing up I talked to myself a lot... due to the fact that I was a middle child, only girl, awkward socially and had a vivid imagination... it began with Cabbage Patch dolls... then straight into Barbies... I kept my Barbies in a closet in my room, fully dedicated to them, and as soon as... Continue Reading →
i feed a farmer 