A few photos taken during plot-cleanup-time
The sky was gorgeous. I stared at it for a good long while.
I wish I could say this structure is mine, but I can't.
I wish I could say that these chairs and this pristine plot and this view are mine, but I can't.
I am not happy about these houses going up right next to the gardens.
The corrective braced shoes I wore as a child didn't work.
My mom was still holding onto those corrective shoes. I'm guessing they went up in flames with most everything else. My sister was lucky (?) enough to have gotten most of her childhood stuff from Mom quite some time ago. She reported, though, that she straightaway took it to the garbage. She didn't want to remember. (Our childhood wasn't pretty. I know, whose was.)
I wish I could say this structure is mine, but I can't.
I wish I could say that these chairs and this pristine plot and this view are mine, but I can't.
I am not happy about these houses going up right next to the gardens.
The corrective braced shoes I wore as a child didn't work.
My mom was still holding onto those corrective shoes. I'm guessing they went up in flames with most everything else. My sister was lucky (?) enough to have gotten most of her childhood stuff from Mom quite some time ago. She reported, though, that she straightaway took it to the garbage. She didn't want to remember. (Our childhood wasn't pretty. I know, whose was.)