Every night is a race with the moon
Every night is a race with the moon. Sleep eludes and the mind runs wild. Without distraction, I am positive this night is my last. What if I forget to breathe?
Yearly Archives: 2013
Poppy Love
My grandmother’s poppies have taken over the hillside bed in the back yard. After years of digging, moving and tending, they have gone beyond flourishing straight on to invasiveness. Originally dug up from “the farm” on the day of grandma’s funeral, the poppies didn’t quite seem to survive the …
Well hello there
Well, hello there. Welcome to the semi-functional ruralgurl site. It’s nowhere near finished; more accurately, it’s barely started. The whole thing is acting kinda squirrelly, really. Unexpected formatting, things not posting where I thought I was putting them, growing pains. But nice to get all of the ruralgurl stuff under …