This scene next to the New Point Fire House pretty much describes my ability--or lack thereof--to do anything productive today, up to and including writing a blog post.
The old building, with so much to say, yearns to share her stories but stands stoically with her windows boarded up, because she can't believe there is a boat resting next to her on dry land behind a sign advertising high water, but she really and truly appreciates the irony.
The past several days have included physical labor; Easter preparations; a daffodil booth at the Farmers Market; an Easter sunrise service which started with a 5:30 a.m. alarm and ended with two large 7-11 coffees; 5 solid hours of cooking; another
In conclusion Chesapeake Bay Woman is in a food-induced coma and
How was your weekend?