His pride is currently composting in a raised bed. I checked on it this morning. It smells sweeter than I expected, honestly.
I kept notes. You started at Dirt Diva Diaries. You ended up here. I don’t know why. You probably don’t either. Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.
Somewhere in between there was a strawberry, a Nerf gun, and a man who thought he was in charge. You read all of it. That’s the part I actually care about.
You already know who needs to read this. Go on. I’ll wait.
If you’d rather just look around — every door is through here.
I stay current from a fence post. You may need an inbox to manage the same trick. There’s a place for that, if you want it.
Jenn makes nice stuff. Look around.