
Autumn seems early this year in my neck of the woods. In fact, I had hoped for a few more blissful weeks in my garden. It was not meant to be. But the irony is not lost on me that my one lonely Cubanelle Pepper seems to be in tune with the leaves.
Being a mother is much like being a marine. As the old saying goes "it's the toughest job you'll ever love." There is a lot of dirt, not a lot of sleep, and a ridiculous number of bathrooms to clean.
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