View of the far back fence. Ugh. Snow.
On the drive to Burbank with Andy, the skies over Bakersfield were crazy awesome, looking like explosions.
New year, new beginnings. New beginnings mean endings.
I had a couple journal entries I found while going through stuff and purging last year. One in particular was painful to read, and painful to remember. It wasn't worth keeping, wasn't worth remembering.
I chose to burn the entry as a cleansing. Stunk up the garage. The purging was worth the stench.
Zinna at the Master Gardeners' bed at the Charles Street Community Garden.