Some believe 222 is a message of hope, harmony, commitments, compromise, and trust.

There aren't many places that have been consistently a part of my life.

Dare I call this all mine?
I feel like it's borrowed space—a place to live, love, and care for while I'm here.

Nothing to do is what I wanted.
It feels peaceful.
It's raining, and I'm sitting on the porch sipping my cup of black coffee…

Since I have lived in this house, there has been a woodchuck who lives beside the garage. The hole he has made is gigantic. I mow around it and never get too close as I am sure that it would swallow me up.

I know how wild and out-of-control things can get if you don't cut back those odd pieces that aren't working anymore.

I knit a blanket for my Mother for Christmas. I picked colors and Italian wool that reminded me of her and stayed up late knitting (and sometimes re-knitting) the rows.

A while ago, I told Lily that we were at our pet limit. No more animals. But she didn’t listen…