"It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write...it is all one."
― M.F.K. Fisher, The Art of Eating
Ironic that when I find the time to blog, I am home with food poisoning. The first and hopefully only time pizza has, as they say in the song...done me wrong.
Which leads me to irony number deux, I'm on my second attempt of preparing and seeding the lawn. I can't seem to get grass to grow here
but I don't have any problems with it growing here