So here is to 2019—the year we can start relaxing (I hope).
All these named and unnamed plants live in our screen porch or on our deck in the spring, summer, and early autumn, before the frost. I knew that this year would be our last with them all.
I have not forgotten my humble beginnings. I have not forgotten the bad stuff, and found my way out. I have not forgotten who I am. I am grateful beyond words.
I am looking forward to the new chapters in my life. The book is not finished.
Life is moving forward, but I feel like I am at a standstill until our home sells.
All those closets make for a lot of sorting, of what to sell, what to keep, what to throw away, and what to donate.