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Hopalong:
I hope the planning is half the fun....even when plans have to change.
End of the Road Farm just sounds amazing. I still enjoy thinking of the LR...loved that pic.

My farming involved finally getting a gardenia that I dripped water in all winter in its wee plastic-cup hothouse until the leaves smooshed against the top. Into a pot. (The getting.)

Uh-oh. Brain not in yet, clearly.

Farm on! Dear. :)
I'm happy you have some nice vibes going with him. Any phone talk yet?

xo
Hops

sKePTiKal:
Not yet Hops. (I'm thinking I might make a 1/2 pot of coffee extra today*). I kinda seize up in cold-feet fear about even suggesting the idea and he hasn't yet.

So much old crap kicks in, when I notice that we are just casually strolling along in kinda biographical, but carefully edited chatting, until it kinda seems like we've always been together. And then, I imagine actually talking face to face... and I'm terrified and thinking: RUN....

It's been closer to 2 months now. I think I am now a total coward about this process. And that is a brand-new experience for me! LOL. I am usually the one throwing caution to the wind... but then the process started (back in dinosaur days) face to face. I think he's already figured out that I talk incessantly when I'm nervous. LOL.

*I've already hauled wood and split kindling for tonight's cold snap. I was up early - and I always feel better on that schedule rather staying up late. It's OK, if I read in bed... but the tv/puter has to get shut down. And I've started a week's Vit D boost. It's helped that the daylight is lasting longer now, but I haven't seen much sunshine... and being stuck inside, just kinda doing nothing except pretending I'm doing something by clicking here, then there, just isn't cutting it.

lighter:
Amber, where are your paints?

sKePTiKal:
Oh lord, lighter! I'm not at ALL interested in throwing color at canvas. Looking at the one blank canvas that I've had for years and years... is like a mirror that can see deep into me. Matt suggested the only thing I do to it is sign it.

I have dirt, trees, and rocks to play with. Only time I'd make a picture of it, is to tell someone else the idea in my head. Pencil is a lot easier to correct when I change my mind.

Had a turkey hen come visit the other evening while I was on the porch.

Hopalong:
Is it Albert's girlfriend?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-2ArXHYWg0

Sigh.
I bet you could tame and make friends with all sort of amazing animals...

 :)

Hops

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