Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside.
Thursday, March 26, 2020
I'm grateful today for blue skies and sunshine, eighty one degrees of the stuff, begging me to spend the afternoon pottering in the garden.
Weed-pulling has begun, and grass-mowing is scheduled.
Two portly kitties are at my side rolling in the sweet Spring grass, not a care in the world, oblivious to all the turmoil.
Life goes on......