Does anybody truly have novel ideas anymore?
Last week, Lake Mendota started weeping outside my window.
Time, for someone who until recently didn't have much, is most excellent most of the time.
I thought this drink would taste a bit more like cider
It's not so easy to pick up trash when there is a 1-foot layer of snow blanketing your town.
On this warm Sunday in November, we picked up a little garbagio and it didn't take much. Next week we'll do it again!
I used to be afraid of failing at the things that really mattered to me, but now I'm more afraid of succeeding at things that don't matter. -Bob Goff