My body aches and I'm not as tired as I ought to be. There aren't any pictures of the outside because I forgot to get them. There is, however, a very large pile of crepe myrtle branches occupying the sidewalk out front. This does not include the branches still out back or the trunks that were used in creating the bed for our garden:
|Through the glass, past the neighborhood fur-baby, and beyond the yard that cannot stay leaf-free.|
|Who's ready for story-time?|
|Ugh, camera, what is with the grain?|
Life is on the mend, whether it wants to be or not. Whatever the heck that means. All I know is that if I survive these trials, I will be the most amazing person anyone could ever know.
Not that that's prideful or anything. But sometimes you have to give yourself a hand up.