Weeded, weeded, weeded.
Planted two types of lettuce and brussels sprouts.
Stuck a few pansies in the dirt. Watered them too.
The late-afternoon sun shining through the Sweet Williams hanging on the kitchen porch where they can be easily snatched for salads.
I love their darling little faces.
The chicken's before-bed promenade.
What it looked like above them as they made their way seriously and solemnly down the fence line:
Sitting down with my feet up to study lines. My dirty, dirty feet. And I wore shoes and socks. Truly. I did.
Excellent recording of a damn well-written book, even if Mr. Burke's subjects can get a bit..deep into the ugly side of life.
Wonderful narrator. I finished this up today while I was working in the garden.
What Mr. Moon made for the Super Bowl. Gotta love that man. I do.
That glory-light leaving us for now.
Howdy, Moon. Watch over us as we rest tonight, okay? All of us.
And finally- the ubiquitous script. I've about worn the damn print off the cover.
Night, y'all. Let's have GOOD dreams, okay? Let's all let it all go long enough for our raveled sleeves of care to be knit back up and embroidered with silver strands of moonlight.