Yesterday is history,
tomorrow is a mystery,
and today is a gift…
that’s why they call it the present.
By Bill Keane
A beautiful and almost spring-like day here in Seattle. My excellent garden guy is coming to pressure wash mold and moss off the walkways and help with some light pruning.
In about 2 weeks, the new deck is scheduled for construction. With February winding down, it feels like life is suddenly coming to life again.
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