When walking three miles didn't de-stress the stress yesterday, I gravitated to the kitchen where the singing began. Instead of writing poems in my head, I was singing Johnny Cash's "Burn, burn burn...." as the shallots burned my eyeballs. Oldest Daughter thought I was cracked in the head until the shallot fumes wafted into the living room, where it burned her eyeballs.
Inklings from the Farmhouse, embracing balance and new beginnings.