Glowing

Dag I’m pale

Playing catch up — I’ve got a blank page for last Sunday and I’d be remiss not to recount the fun I had tilling a garden that day.

I can’t say I did it just to ride the little tractor, which yes, that was a big part — but more-so, I need sun. And there’s been lots of it of late.

Just today I noticed hills once brown are now the faintest touch of green. It was like Bob Ross (bless his memory) was just beginning to get his groove on.

Happy trees, indeed.