basil regrets
I am filled with regret. Not the amount of regret you might have from getting drunk and waking up with a face tattoo. Not quite that much. But still more than the amount of regret you’d have from eating Doritos…
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
I am filled with regret. Not the amount of regret you might have from getting drunk and waking up with a face tattoo. Not quite that much. But still more than the amount of regret you’d have from eating Doritos…
I witnessed the fullness of a miracle this morning, and it came right on time for me. I am broken-hearted right now, frustrated, hurt, almost paralyzed by too many life changing worries at once. And I desperately needed to see…
Bobby Pacino is our macaw. He is nine years old going on either two or a hundred, depending on the day. He knows upwards of 130 individual words and phrases, and he uses all of them eerily well. He loves…
Fancy Louise, the little white hen with wonderful feathery feet, laid her first egg last week. It was perfect! And delicious, so thank-you-very-much-for-breakfast, Fancy Louise. Also last week, she developed a troubling independent streak. Once the easiest chicken on the…
The kale, spinach, and snow peas are spent. Totally spent. Burned, bloated, skeletized, and gone to seed. And it all happened right around the Summer Solstice, which pleases me to my bones. It’s fitting that springtime vegetables should bow out…
On May 23, 1980, my great-grandfather “Papa Joe” Neiberding wrote this in his apiary journal: As usual, much has happened in the last twenty days and I have failed to write about it. I know that feeling, Papa Joe. So…