Lucky me !

Puttering [ something old folks did back when I was a kid ] about in the back yard on a chilly spring day with  the fire pit blazing and music playing while preparing my tomato plot for planting, I realize how lucky I am to be able to spend my time this way!


Have you ever 23 ?

Paced slowly around a campfire trying to figure out which way the wind is blowing ?                       [  Hack, cough,  tears ]        ; )

Who would you be?

I have always thought that I was pretty good about just being me. Often, when folks approach and remark on how much I have changed since they had seen me last , I feel a bit of shock.  Then again, I kind of figure that they must have missed Act II, Scene 2 . (or they never came back after intermission ) I do hate being typecast anyway.