I like to write about my passions, one of these passions is a desire to fly. This desire is counterintuitive to the fact I am intensely scared of heights. I have flown several times and, while it is a safe form of transportation, I would rather enjoy the exhilaration without the elevation.
That term seems odd to me for a living creature but there it is sucking the life right out of your houseplants. Scale-damaged plants look withered and sickly. Leaves turn yellow and may drop from the plant.
Today a strange man approached me. Well, he wasn’t actually strange as in green ears and three arms; he was just strange to me. In other words, I didn’t know the guy.
Sitting by myself in the early morning hours, it is easy to let my mind wander back in time. There is something about Christmas and winter that creates an open gateway to reminisce about trains. We normally circle the Christmas tree with model trains, maybe that is the main reason. It is a good subject to focus on as I let my mind slip from where I am to from where I originated.
When the chill of winter sets in on your yard, you may begin to worry about the birds struggling to survive the cold. They don’t have the luxury of blankets, cozy fireplaces or even a cup of hot chocolate to help them stay warm.