From June 2018

Friday evening. The work week is done. It’s time to unwind. Time to go and get something to eat. Steve and I typically head to Spirits Pub and Grub, a local pub near our house and the perfect poi

I stared at it.  That behemoth coated in green.  I wouldn’t let it get the best of me.  It wasn’t a monster by super hero standards.  More like a monster by gardening standards. Each spring

Ah, summer. That great, glorious time of year when schedules change, the daylight lasts longer, and temperatures are warm. I crave summer for those very reasons. It also gives me a chance to switch