Almost a year. A year of some of the worst depression experienced in 44 years. But it's time to come alive again, shake this off and move on. No, I'm not happy with many things right now, but that's no excuse to sit in silence.
So as a start, this summer I made strides in the yard and garden. Beds, borders, features, lots of attention to weeding and regular mowing and pruning. The result is something that brings a smile.
Autumn is returning once again, and with it, Hope.
3:09 p.m. - 2009-08-30
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