In which a 50-something woman embarks on a new career in nursing in a newly empty nest with a newly retired husband, an old cat, a yard full of chickens, a field full of predators, a shotgun and a sense of humor. She is blogging and slogging her way through a wet Pacific Northwest winter...and spring and summer and fall.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Roots
Just beneath the surface is what you do not see.
It is more important than my looks because without it, I cease to be.
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