Emptying the nest

Cross my heart, hope to die, the dust will settle

Beside me, on my desk is my 2-year calendar planner.  And a picture of our teahouse that my daughter painted for me. She did a great job, didn't she?  That was just a year ago, man, how time flies as the dust of another season settles.  Soon the ground will turn green and flowers will… Continue reading Cross my heart, hope to die, the dust will settle