We’re midway through the “Monday” of our year, and so far I’ve used it as a catch-up day. With the departure of Christmas company I have post-holiday blues and little messes to tend to. Twinkle lights and pine needles linger like Covid still haunts. It is rare for me to skip out on the ceremonial […]More
Sprays of forget-me-nots. Skies gone green, pink, and purple on cold winter nights. My new definition of isolation. These are musings and stories about the real-life highs and lows on America’s Last Frontier.