I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017


Today is July 4, 2017.  This is the day we Americans celebrate our birthday.  We are not an empire, we are a country, and we are still young, and still suffering through our growing pains.  We are still evolving.  Things change.  Even though we have an aging Nero wannabe in the White House, rest assured that this to will pass.
This is the day we look back on our history and realize that everything was worth it, and also the day we look ahead and realize there is much, much more to do.
We all have our history.
Yesterday morning, while I was weeding around my tomato plants, I pulled up a tuft of grass that was growing too close and out from the earth popped a small red thing.  I realized what it was immediately.  A tiny, red shoe.  My house is 112 years old.  At some time in those years a doll lost it's shoe in my back yard.  The child who owned that doll is now old, maybe even dead, the doll long gone... but that little red shoe, buried for so many years, remains.  This is history.

Life goes on.


  1. that is cool (the shoe). #RESIST #NOTMYPRESIDENT

    1. I have found so much "stuff" in my back yard... and in the walls, and behind the baseboard, it's amazing.