March 4, 2016–If I’m lucky, I might get to bed by 8 a.m. I just hate hearing the flickers rat-tat-tat the morning alarm when I haven’t gotten to bed yet.
I’m sure you think such a happening babe like I was up tripping the light fantastic toe and slurping bubbly through a squiggly straw all night, but in fact, I was finishing this monstrosity–my presentation for the Master Gardener Conference in Island County tomorrow.
Click if you dare. It is immense. RISKIN MATURING LANDSCAPE PRESENTATION
I will figure out why this presentation is appearing as a top-menu item when I have two brain cells to rub together.
And to all, a good morning.