Often I’ll go outside and just place my hands on the soil, even if there’s no work to do on it. When I am filled
Letter dated December 7, 1941…a day that will live in infamy.
Let’s see where we can pull our oar, not strike the colors of our ideals, and when the die is cast, let’s work patiently, think as clearly as we can, be charitable and cautious in impugning the motives of others, and when the showdown comes, strike hard.
Today at apx 11am, my cat Honey Bunny was ferried by our lovely vet, her assistant, my husband, and myself, to another plane.