Long-time readers (Hi, Mom!) know my obsession with tiny and/or odd houses.
Long-time readers (Hi, Mom!) know my obsession with tiny and/or odd houses.
Blue-tailed skinks always made me happy, and now they’re sort of a symbol of all the small, intense joys that make life worth living.
So now we have no dog, and our next-door-daughter’s dog has to do all the barking and digging for no extra pay. And the wildlife is closing in.