Saturday, March 3, 2012


There's storms coming and the wind is making little tiny dirt devils with the dried oak leaves and the sky is so heavy with unshed rain and Mr. Moon and I are planting things in the garden and I begged him, "Please don't say anything about how crooked my potato rows are," and I was almost crying.

Then Lis called and all I did was talk about myself, myself, my own selfish, stupid self and then I cried.

I guess it's this weather.
Either that or I'm just nuts.


  1. Maybe it's just the all of everything.

    My honey cried yesterday because she thought I had left without saying goodbye to her. I was just in the basement folding clothes.

    We're so fragile, aren't we. Except for Felix. He just slid down the stairs sideways because he was in a hurry.



  2. or you just needed to cry. it's a good thing.

  3. Yes I cried a storm yesterday too. And yes you're crazy. I love crazy women I always have.

  4. I'm sorry that you feel sad. Somedays we just have to go with the feelings and shed those tears. I'm under the weather with a cold today. Ugh!

  5. On a cloudy, gray, gloomy day, you just need a good cry and a nap, maybe.

  6. Oh dear. I wish you'd come out and visit here. I wish that I could send you some sunshine in a bag --

    I hope the clouds pass and your tears dry --

  7. Do something that makes you happy today. We all have days like that.


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