It's 72 degrees, overcast, with a cool breeze. It's actually perfect weather, and it's so peaceful out here. I'm writing this from our new (to us) patio table. It's an old green circular iron table. It came with 6 matching chairs; they rock slightly. They have cute little green and white pads for the seats. There … Continue reading Brown Dogs Farm (2)
As much as I wanted it, I never really expected it to happen. I never really expected to get sober. I had become conditioned to losing, conditioned to failing. In so many ways I had given up before I ever really started. I expected nothing truly good would ever happen to me. On a rare occasion … Continue reading Year 7, Post Alcohol.
By tomorrow, everything I have planted so far should have sprouted. Today it's Mother's Day, and it's pouring down rain. It's rained a lot the past three days. In the past week, the trees have gone from bare to lush with green. It was a winter that lasted well into April this year. It made … Continue reading Brown Dogs Farm (1)