gardening

Finally the sun is out, and last night—as it slipped behind the Dock Street Theatre—we celebrated the golden hour with the Lowcountry’s best poetry reader, reading her own work

Bees that send me to cursing at church cookouts, horror stories starring our pet hamsters, and those darn green lizards—my unfortunate run-ins with the animal kingdom

It's too bad I already have a garage and a house filled with "deals" that I "had" to have. Some of these things are calling out my name!

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