Just a little Outlander marathon to catch up on some missed episodes…
The snails go marching two by two. At night. After the rain.
Investigating tiny wildflowers with a jewelers loupe.
It’s hard to work when there’s a mess in the house, let alone the office.
Gardening takes longer when you’re looking out for the little guy. Or not so little guy.
There is pure magic in reading my grandfather’s letters of courtship to my grandmother…especially since they both passed away before I was born.
I just could not stand those brown bedroom walls anymore.
When spring has finally sprung, who can sit at a desk all day?
It’s hard to feel like working on your writing after you spend a whole day learning about how to better work on your writing.