Blue Ridge Home
Tall tales and poems in a secret mountain valley.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The garden is bigger this year, and these rains bring promise. And weeds. Hubby has built a fortress against the deer. Meanwhile, a woodpecker is trying to make a nest in our log house.
Okay. It's been almost three years. I must begin writing. I'm leaning toward poetry because I can be honest yet kind to those about whom I may speak.