I also see our world held together by one hand, the hand of hope and determination. I'm sure that it won't make a major difference, but to those who are affected i hope that they are blessed.As you may have read in my post about the blogger, i have this disease. My final destination would be to learn more about this topic and to get other perspectives on fighting it.So far I have learned a lot, and I hope to learn a lot more. if you have this disease or, i would hope that you could find shelter from the storms of the world in this one place.
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Snugging the transplanted sprouts down into new beds and pulling and patting the soil around their new homes. The smell, the feel, the rich brown and fresh green.About half-way done, my new neighbor across the corridor came out onto her balcony and called out to me. She and her husband moved here from Ohio, and she's glad to be away from the snow.Between the agriculture and the neighborly conversation, I felt like I was home again.
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Here are some pics of Emilie at the lake, swinging in her swing, driving the golf cart, and perfecting her back swing.
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