Choices, Consequences, and a Dead Squirrel
My dog killed a squirrel. They are the rats of the trees, I know. They are diseased, I’ve been told. They eat more of the seed from our feeders than the birds… but… Continue reading
My dog killed a squirrel. They are the rats of the trees, I know. They are diseased, I’ve been told. They eat more of the seed from our feeders than the birds… but… Continue reading
I stock up on fruit, and it never fails that at least a couple bananas get a little more ripe than preferred… ugh. So rather than feed the compost this week, I decided… Continue reading
I pulled a load of Jesse’s work shirts out of the dryer this morning. I headed for the couch to toss them on, and go about my morning. Milliseconds before the load was… Continue reading
Nothing shouts “HAPPY KIDS!” like the start of Summer break. I’m pretty sure Phoenix was smiling before her eyes even opened, and she got up far earlier than normal. After school, Ayden came gallivanting… Continue reading
I have a thing for pallets. I get as excited about them as my kids do for Christmas morning. With that being said, I haven’t really done much with them other than ooh… Continue reading
Gold velvetee couch, an orange door, a homemade basketball hoop, a gravel driveway. A yellow banana seat bike, fishing on Salmon Creek. Crying when you beat the poor trout’s head on a rock.… Continue reading
Monday mornings, toughest of all. How I wish for longer weekends, whether Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall. Why does Saturday fly by so fast? Why must Sunday now be in the past? Cinnamon… Continue reading
I am not a ‘favorites’ kind of person. It seems I always have more than one favorite thing in any given subject. Maybe it is because I am a Libra. Maybe I’m just… Continue reading
One thing hardly anyone knows about me is that I was born a puppy. A fluffy, black, curly-haired puppy. Big brown eyes, and all that puppies are made of. The day started out… Continue reading