She has spoken highly of most people she meets. I love it when she tells me about them. Mark and John came home with huge pumpkins. I planted hardy pansies, I hope thay make it. The garden thing is starting to haunt me.
Nothing is easy, every inch of earth at hogback seems to be rock or clay.
Not a very nice combination. The everyday challenge of getting a small domestic chore done by someone other than my lazy self is getting boring. But, then again, maybe not. I hate, abhor and dispise coming home at seven with groceries to find the f'ing dishes still dirty and strewn about the kitchen. And the guilty parties watching television.