I suppose that at the end of my days, when I look back at all that has transpired, I’ll think little of how much produce I harvested in our tiny garden plot or how I balanced the measured length of climbing vines as they wove their way up wooden trellises.
Always goregous, B. I love you so much.
Love you! Thanks for being here.
I can not only feel your determination but see it. AND it pays off!