Learning to write again
I feel like this is my first blog ever. My thoughts have been racings of what to write for the last few days. I can’t seem to find the time to put my thoughts out there. So, if at some point during this blog, my thoughts get lost or confusing, just consider it a journey through my brain. Like most women, my thoughts are like spaghetti (or at least that’s the analogy I’m familiar with). Women’s thoughts are like spaghetti, all of the areas of their life run together with all of the other areas. Its difficult to separate them. When they are at work, they are thinking of what they need to do at home, what they will cook for supper, the most efficient ways to take care of all of these thoughts. Men are like waffles, they think in compartments. When they are at work, they think about work. When they get home (and have time to unwind) they eventually begin to think about home. But I digress. So, we are definitely in the garden business. This is one of the largest gardens we h