Don't you hate my little snippets of entries? I'm sorry. It's garden season. I'm thinking only about what needs to get into the ground by what date, why my peas haven't come up (planted on a leo moon accidentally) and the general self conscious reminders to myself that my fingernails need a good scrubbing to make a dent in the mud underneath them (
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I think the three hours of oversocialization in a room full of kids and parents has brought on this extreme lash of antisocialism.. And I'm going with it.
My lack of self confidence begs for reassurances; but in a quiet and nearly incomprehensible voice. And so winter settles into Spring again, snow on the chionadoxa wipes the pastel blue and pink flowers away from existence.