Sometimes I complain about the office. But I never complain about my boss. She agrees with my notion that every office should have its mascot.
O Maya, you are a vixen.
It's a huge responsibility to make all of the employees laugh - to cover their faces with kisses - to jump and leap and perform comical acrobatics. . . to warm even the heaviest heart.
All of that work can wear a baby girl out. Naps required.
Spring has arrived.
Rhubarb - it's going to be another banner year for this plant. I'm determined to make cobblers and pies and stewed treats. Maybe a jam or three...
Meanwhile, my trusty scouts are out patrolling the borders. We have to make certain that the woodchucks know where we draw the line.