this year will be a success.
Failure yet again.
Woe is me when it comes to trying to propel anything new to come to life in the back 40 or the hilly eyesore out front. Thankfully, I am content to let nature have its way all around me. [I don't know if the neighbors are.]
Worse, I could still be stuck feigning surprise and amazement at the annual preschool and kindergarten Mother's Day gift.
filled with dirt and child's love:
Wonder of bean sprouts.