Few sounds evoke that old country farm-house nostalgia as hearing rain on an old tin roof.
Today I’m heading out to face one of my fears.
It is just something I have to do.
Sometimes I get scared.
As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den.
I’ll never be seen again.
Why is there a peacock in my living room?
We have so many projects going at once. We start one, then something comes up and we stop what we are working on and move on to something else. Please tell me we aren’t the only ones with too many irons in the fire?