Smelling the Roses. Or the Dandelions. Whatever.
/I've sat here at the computer, staring at a blank screen for almost an hour. I am completely uninspired to write.
All I want to do is go outside andrun around naked garden.
So I'm going to do exactly that. But only after I immerse myself in a full body dip of skeeter repellant because I have no desire to be eaten alive.
Sometimes life is just too damn short to blog. This happens to be one of those times.


All I want to do is go outside and
So I'm going to do exactly that. But only after I immerse myself in a full body dip of skeeter repellant because I have no desire to be eaten alive.
Sometimes life is just too damn short to blog. This happens to be one of those times.

Some of the flowers I intend to sniff. And possibly deadhead.

One of the acres of grass I'm going to have to mow. Or try and convince my children to do it for me. Thank God I only have 20 acres.
Be good my peeps. Be back soon.