Taking Care

I wanted a house of my own to take care of. Here we are 29 years later still taking care of our beloved house neighborhood and city.

Taking care was the missing piece during my brief childhood. I ran away starting at age 15 and then finally was re-homed by 17.

This morning it was gray drizzle and I was inspired to sweep the pine needles, leaves and trash out from under the Juniper bushes and off the sidewalk. I filled a leaf bag to capacity with just enough space for crimping then I took a shower.

Romeo dog and I have both been sick to our stomach which makes me wonder if it is something viral that we both caught. We are both feeling better now.