The calendar says it’s April, but the forecast for the week reeks of August. Every year, April, you do this. Aprugust is more like it. Today is, in my opinion, almost perfect. Around 70 degrees, sunny, low humidity, and a breeze. “Heather weather” to a tee. Later this week? Not so much. Eighties. Some of…
May your year be spicy… or at least full of flavor and color.
If this face doesn’t say joy, to and in our wide wild world, what does?
Morning: Mine, All Mine Upon realizing I would have a morning free, the possibilities were endless. Nap. Go for a run. Clean the cabin chaos. Write. (Why not update your dang website? you might wonder, not without good reason.) Staining the back deck, however, was not among my first (or any) thoughts…