So it's March.
The garden is just starting to wake up and we get a surprise Winter Event.
According to NBC we no longer call them snow storms.
For some reason I was not expecting it.
I am already dreaming of Pansies, Ranunculus and Crocus.
Another thing I have been doing a lot of lately is remembering better days.
Now, don't think I am unhappy and bitter about the life I now lead.
What's there is be bitter about?
What? I am totally OK with my son up and moving south with my favorite daughter in law and I am adjusting quite well to my baby boy living in the Pacific North West. Emerald City, whatever!
When he called after visiting for a couple of weeks to say he was staying, I hardly even cried.
I was totally brave when after 14 years I had to make the decision to say goodbye to our fluffy friend
Augie the golden retriever.
The house is incredibly quiet but I am getting used to it.
Sounds like some crazy stuff.
I can't dwell on what I don't have but cherish the memories....
Seriously? That's the kind of stuff my counselor charges big bucks for? ?
OK, Here I go....
.... when we bought a ton of peaches from Troggs Hollow......
They were seriously, the best Peaches ever.
We shared a few with my next door neighbor and quickly turned her into a Peach addict.
There were rumours of her hanging around the Farmers Market, begging for more even after Trogg told her there just wasn't any more.

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| A peach rhubarb pie! |



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