Ugh. ¬†I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

So Beck mentions to me the other week that she found some of the stuff I had written here many, many years ago (okay, 10).  Most of it was poetry.  Now, I have no problem posting up poetry.  I love poetry.  Some of my favorite books are poetry.  Shel Silverstein, Maurice Sendak and Dr. Suess are great examples.

No, the problem I have with the poetry I’m about to direct you to is that it is so… well, sappy. ¬†And by sappy I mean dripping, thick. ¬†I mean pour over your pancakes thick. ¬†I’m surprised I didn’t scare Beck away with it.

I will admit. ¬†I’m a sap. ¬†I’m a romantic. ¬†Chivalry lives on so long as I do. ¬†I hold doors, and say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’. ¬†And I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told not to call someone ‘sir’ or ma’am. ¬†I even call my niece (currently 8) ma’am.

Point being, I’ve always been very flowery and sappy when it comes to certain things. ¬†But some of this is way off my own deep end.

You can read them on the Poetry page.

The other thing she found was a digital copy of a story I wrote in high school. ¬†It was submitted to the writing contests and won the school contest but lost in the regional. ¬†It’s a true story about the day I found out my father had died. ¬†I was 14 I think when it happened, on December 12th. ¬†So you have an idea when Christmas isn’t my favorite season. ¬†(Halloween is if you care to know). ¬†The story is called Final Goodbye, read it here.

All of these can always be accessed via the Scribblings page.

Anyway, enough for now. ¬†I will post more on the development of the garden shortly. ¬†Here’s a hint: I harvested some summer squash the other day! ¬†I didn’t take pictures mostly because they met their fates later that same day :)