I nearly walked into this one with a load of laundry in my arms. The last time I got too close, one of them got on me. It was not pretty.
Saturday, 5 a.m. No alarm set, no work to hurry to, no rush-hour commute to battle. So why in God’s name am I awake??!!
Okay, a couple of weeks may not qualify as a “blink” to some people, but no matter. The idea is that things can change so quickly when you aren’t looking, and then when you do look… Hey?! When did that happen?!
We were helping my sister-in-law move this weekend and it reminded me how much I consider myself fortunate that I didn’t have to do a lot of moving while growing up. Then I reached my early 20s and made up for all of that lack of packing, and sometimes it feels like I haven’t stopped!
All of nature is centered on the premise of “survival of the fittest”. As I like to tell my students, the struggle is real.
With all the lovely plants I have in my garden (and I really have a lot), there are plenty of pleasant places throughout the year that I can gaze upon. So it makes perfect sense that the most cluttered and untidy part would be my favorite, right?