My beloved, and well-worn computer has died. I am writing this from an even older, and even more beloved machine, long out to pasture, but dusted off for this short post.
Since I am a writer, I will be very busy selling off my children’s toys and any tools my husband will not notice missing, in order to procure a new machine. Be patient, and peruse the archives in my absence. A lot has transpired on here over the years.
In the meantime, I leave you with this thought:
Even in winter, we can bloom.