AKA THE NUTSHELL, VOLUME 3. After my Mom suddenly died 55 yrs young, I journalled every morning over coffee. When I filled a complete notebook,it represented my life in a Nutshell, which felt "Nuts" at the time. Writing is an armor against what is bothering you, a "shell" of sorts. So I enteratined myself by flipping that journal over and writing "the Nutshell" on the front...I found it so clever I named the second notebook I filled "The Nutshell, Volume 2". Sometimes you feel like a Nut...
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At 3:43 PM, A Prelude To... said…
OH ANNA~ Beautiful pics. Yes - you DO need to get a video camera. I bet your tomatos are so yummy. My mom brought me some from her garden last weekend and I've been slurping them up all week. Isnt' it amazing how much a difference there is between home grown and store bought??
Julie
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