Yesterday, after working on my new book (YES!), I planted eight strawberry plants in a special pot recommended by my aunt, Billie Wiley. The weather has been spring-like, naturally, this being Spring, changing often. It ranges from glorious sunshine to dreary drizzle, and manages to strike virtually every note in between. I’ve come to love something about each phase–the cozy, tea-by-the-fire days, the wow-let’s-plant-roses days, all of them.
Whatever the weather, I’m thinking, Today is the best day of my life. It’s the only REAL day, isn’t it? The past is a story, the future is a dream.
Today, there
