As a Pagan, I love Mother Nature. I love oceans and sunsets and the sounds of birds in the morning (except when they wake me up). Of course, living out in the country, nature sometimes can be challenging, like when my garden in invaded by woodchucks. Or deer. Or rabbits. You get the picture.
And I live in Upstate NY, where nature can just be perverse. For instance, this year, the ragweed, which normally kicks my butt from early August until mid-September, STILL isn't dead. We've had a few hard frosts, and even a smidge of snow, but it hasn't been enough to kill of that darned ragweed. *shakes fist at ragweed...and leaf mold, for good measure*
There's the good, which is most of it, really, like how beautiful it is here in the fall
There's the bad, like what the salt they throw on the roads does to an otherwise perfectly good car
And then there is the UGLY, like the sight that greeted me when I went through the mudroom on my way out to work first thing this morning
This is a Good Book Thursday, the Late Edition
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