Here we dig, roots or something

There was a thought that struck me in the late morning when kid and myself were hard at gardening. We were, or I was, trying to dig a pit deep enough to plant some Tuscan Blue Rosemary. I think it is not edible. I hope the plant doesn't dry off before I plant it. It … Continue reading Here we dig, roots or something

When we remember our dreams

So an adorable thing happened. Perhaps a bit scary to the main protagonist of this story, but quite a lot adorable and heart warming for the mama who witnessed it. So the kid is about 2 or 3 or 4 years of age. Just about one of those numbers. And they get their first dream … Continue reading When we remember our dreams