The hurrier I go, the behinder I get
One womans quest to become more self sufficient and help others learn from her mistakes.
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Death does not become her
November roses. No, really. We've had several frosts, there are no leaves on the trees, everything is dead, but look at my roses.
The rest of the garden however looks like this.......
Sleep, perchance to dream....of blue skies, warm rays of sun, and tiny green shoots pushing up from the ground, waking up. Hey! Wait a minute.... Those are weeds!
Sigh. Even in my dreams......
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