It’s one vicious circle. Magazines pile up under my furniture and I chide myself for subscribing to them.
Be My Guest (Columnist) I offer this pointed article by Kia Harries in place of my own column with appreciation to her.
Maybe it’s laziness, but when I fix on a thought process that requires a quick answer, my focus goes fuzzy.
This paper runs some great articles on a wide variety of topics: nature, science, human interest, history, progress, and of course farm life.
Less than a couple of months away, we’ll greet spring in all its fresh (though somewhat muddy) glory.
I’ve complained before about the way small appliances accumulate in my kitchen. Finding a home for them is tough.
Flip. Waddle. Flop. Splash. I’d probably see black and white birds in my sleep. I stretched back to relieve my stiffness.
Our Christmas gifts told the tale. My daughters have outgrown toys. Now, they are caught up in the micro-packaged world of encapsulated entertainment.
No matter where each of us is at the end of 2005, when the clock strikes midnight, we shall have moved into a new year.
Drifts of snow far higher than the little girl’s head lined the long lane that led uphill to her home.