Today I started dragging my worldly goods from the garage, to photograph for sale. I must leave my lovely house, so before the terrible day comes, I will shed whatever is probably not essential to my new mystery life.
My plants are worried about me, I think. Look what this angel trumpet did - she lent me her beauty to help sell my things, and bloomed on this very day.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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