It shouldn't come as any surprise that Christmas tunes are being played on loop around here. We kept busier than Santa's elves this Saturday.
Building a rocket ship. No, really.
Beau's store-bought gift wrap has been segregated from my
upcycled packaging to prevent rumbles between the gangs.
Parsley is still alive and well, though production has considerably slowed.
The parsley photo shoot led to all out spring garden planning.
If a person can get carpal tunnel syndrome from a sewing machine, I think I'm halfway there. But since I've got less than half my gifts to finish, I guess I'll survive.