1/17/25

Sun on my hands. A dog in my lap. Warm tea to offset the chilly breeze. I don’t normally sit outside in January. It feels like a treat.

The yard is in disarray. The solar lights list more with every freeze/thaw cycle. The garden gnome’s mushroom is indoors awaiting repairs. I never managed to bring all the terracotta pots in either. In some ways, 2024 was a year of getting behind. But in others, it was one of growth.

I’m looking forward to the spring. But being here now is good too.