1 Dec
Unconventional Thanksgiving this year. Sunday instead of Thursday, because of wonky work schedules. (Mine and my dad’s, specifically.) I don’t suppose anyone in my family has ever had a job where he/she never had to work holidays or weekends. It has always made for interesting observances. This year was no different. Except I made the dressing and it was dry and terrible.
As the pickers rifle through dusty junk in dilapidated barns with corrugated metal roofs, I see an entire way of life that has all but evaporated.
Hi Neighbor, Just a friendly request to PLEASE PUT THOSE LEAVES BACK ON THE TREES WHERE THEY BELONG, AND STOP LEAVING THEM ON THE CURB.
As I watched my mom look over the orchestra of plants she had been nursing for years and years, choosing which ones to pass on to me, I realized that she is passing a torch to me.
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Your Gramma rulez. totally.
Hahaha! Thanks. She really does. :)