A Tormented Gardener in a Garden of Bliss
Good morning! Today I begin a series of Saturday posts on my garden of bliss (and torment). It’s a big garden, a garden on the edge of a ravine and creek, and a garden that’s made me both extremely happy and incredibly depressed. I’ll tell you why I was depressed…
Eavesdropping on the Children Noise Chaos
There’s growling, there’s yelling in mock pain, there’s laughing, squealing, arguing, a sudden scream. I mean, high-pitched, ear-splitting screams. It’s children noise and the accompanying chaos. Right over my fence. Do I mind? Oddly, no. Twelve years ago, before having my own kids I would have. Because I’m solitary and…
