She wedged herself between us, putting a hand on each of our shoulders and proceeded to say something so inappropriate, confrontational, and self-serving, that our mouths dropped.

New day, new month. Begin again.

ain’t no fool

It was early(ish.) Deadheading the cosmos was the task at hand. I came THIIIIIIIS close to snipping off this dead top, before seeing my bee friend was still snoozing. So I moved on. Appreciative for the all the heavy lifting my little friend has done in our garden this year.

T(w)eenagers of the house. Pawtners in crime.

Therapy. And also progress.