I wish you lived down the road.
I know I’ve said this before.
But it’s true.
I wish you lived in the white house with the picket fence and the roses and day lilies and the herd of goats in the front yard that are always escaping.
Okay…..maybe just the picket fence without the goats.
And when you stopped by the house to see the roses and drink sweet tea on the back porch and listen to me tell you all about how I made the monogrammed mason jars and listen to my sad tale of woe about how “nobody” broke one of the moss-covered urns last weekend…..
….you would bring a pie.Continue reading
