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The year is 2020.



The scrapbook of my journey continues...

The year is 2020. 
I live in a Spanish castle,
with my incredible little family.
Two lovers, two dogs, 
   three kids, and three cats. 
I'm a horticulturist, a homemaker,
   and I'm happy. Really really happy. 
Except when I'm sad, 
because let's be honest, it happens. 
Nothing is perfect. But it's real.
And I love it. Bad days and all.

The new decade has been one for the books.
Coronavirus has turned our worlds upside down.
Quarantine and panic and fear and unemployment.
Racism and violence and just plain ignorance
  in the world around me is breaking my heart.
Flooding. Murder hornets. Politics. It's a lot.
And it's only May.

We're just sailing these waves, together.
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