I can press my face anywhere against Chip’s soft velvety muzzle while he relaxes in the crisp morning sun, or a windy evening, or a snowy afternoon.

Her message meant so much. Not just because she finished the sock. But because she kept at it.

This experience was a lovely reminder that things don’t always go according to plan, and that’s perfectly okay.

Have a great day. I hope yours is poop-free.

I drifted away thinking of all her endless hours of contemplation.

All summer, it has been almost a game dodging the yellow jackets that darted in and out of a tiny crack in the siding of the house right near the back door.

Picking raspberries today reminded me why this work matters.

It was hot the day I picked the peaches. It took 2 days to process them all, and the kitchen was like Georgia in July with the canning pots belching out steam for hours on end.

Each spring, I start tucking seeds into the soil with purpose. Like many gardeners, I grow food for my family. But in recent years, it’s become more than that.