I love reading blogs. When I find blog I like, sometimes I'll check out their blogroll to find other blogs I like. Then I can delve into the glamor of a stranger's life. Even humdrum things aren't humdrum on a blog.
The plants I bought are still sitting on my kitchen window sill. It's still too cold to plant them outside. Even though I see them every day, I still forget to water them. They're looking a little dry today. But one of them is growing a strawberry. A window-sill strawberry. How's that for poetry?
And now I'm off to read Puck of Pook's Hill. I think it's high time I read some Kipling.
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