Last night, I weeded the garden in the dark. It was cold and pitch black outside and yet I still felt like weeding. I feel the need… the need to weed!
Weeding in the dark equals a messy job, indeed. Gotta touch it up later.
I have a dream of someday growing my own vegetables in my backyard, but I really don’t know if that’s ever going to happen considering my black thumb.
Breakfast is served.
I’m definitely on an eggs and toast kick. It’s just such a satisfying start to the morning.
Off to maximize my Saturday.
Song of the Day:
Stop the seasons, drifting by. Stop believing there’s no time.
Stop your heart from closing off; I think you deserve it all.
Love your future, love your past, love your body, it’s all you have.
Love your secrets, bottled up; but love them more when you give them up.
Haha maybe the weeding is a nesting thing?