Now I have the bug. Those mustang grapes keep ripening on the vine and I just HATE to see them go to waste! I feel as if I must pick, can & preserve them ALL!
An engineering term meaning the angle at which dirt and pebbles stop rolling and come to rest.
The other title I'd considered for this blog is a country western song: I love this crazy tragic sometimes almost magic awful beautiful life.
Contrary ideas, those. No matter. Life is full of contradictions, juxtapositions, conflicts and compromises. Meeting these gracefully, to find one's own angle of repose is a way of acheiving balance, sanity, gratification.
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