Friday Fill-Ins

My fill in the blanks are bolded. If you want to play along you can visit the Friday Fill-ins Blog by clicking their name!

1. The last band I saw live was Merle Haggard's.

2. What I look forward to most on Thanksgiving is someone else cooking the meal; well, basically an invitation!

3. My Christmas/holiday shopping is going to be done on the internet!

4. Thoughts of a Cave Man in a Tactical Uniform fill my head!

5. I wish I could wear a size 5 again!

6. Bagpipes remind me of Leadership Training and Amazing Grace.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to watching some shows I recorded and sitting my fanny right here in front of the computer; tomorrow my plans include more of the same and Sunday, I want to wake up to a sparkling, clean house, courtesy of the Housekeeping Fairies!

Be Careful or You'll End Up in My Next Blog Entry!

As IF you couldn’t tell, this week pretty much sucked, despite my attempts to keep my mood light-hearted with an entry on those endearing quirks of mine. That kick in the pants Letter to Me was helpful though. I actually found my self accomplishing a few things today and even singing along with the radio a time or two. Not singing well, but enjoying myself nonetheless.



Sometimes we depressive types use any excuse we can find to withdraw into that disturbing DARK SIDE of ourselves. Having always enjoyed my own fascinating company, it’s not hard to seek out a reason and relish that time of self-indulgence, and reflection in a fluffy, warm bed. Besides, we have chocolate on the Dark Side and well, they know me there. I‘ve been a regular visitor over the past few years.

But, it’s really starting to get old and I’d much rather spend time happily doing other things than pulling the covers up over my head, and watching a fictional “LOVE Story” that I’ve written, take place in living color on a screen in my misfiring brain.




I had to laugh at my friend Lisa’s comment on my Letter to Me entry where she said, “I take it the weekend date with Mr. Possible Prince Charming didn't go too well…”

Actually, I thought it went fantastically well and therein lies the problem!

The Would Be Prince Charming, who will now be referred to as my Cave Man Friend-and I have known each other for many years; beginning back when he was drop-dead gorgeous Sergeant in his SERT (SWAT) uniform providing outstanding motivation and “Leadership” training to a group of us SERT and Negotiation Team Leaders.



I was the young, cute and disgustingly skinny Lieutenant in charge of my facility’s Negotiation Team and there to learn, but I think I remained totally distracted by being Hot for Teacher, and mesmerized by his every word during that week. Even if I weren’t the somewhat puritanical woman I’ve been my whole life, and was inclined to pursue him…he admittedly wouldn’t have given me a tumble, considering SERT his “mistress.”



But, as luck would have it a couple years later, we ended up spending a few days conducting an audit at a facility down South, where we spent some time hanging out after work. We walked, talked and shared dinners in an amazingly comfortable way. I felt an immediate emotional connection, like finding a new best friend.

He’d later tell me that he felt the same connection and that’d I’d given him a glimpse of how “easy” a relationship could be with the right person (That admission led to at least part of my screenplay), considering his disastrous marriage which had just been complicated by the addition of a new baby. After that, we’d run into each other briefly a time or two during our careers.

Had circumstances and "timing" been a little different along the way, maybe we would have had a mad, passionate love affair and been done with it, or maybe we’d would have fallen madly in love, been together all this time and saved one another from the disturbing depths of depression we both sank into, separately-over the past 4 or 5 years. (It’s my damn love story and blog, so I’ll write it as I would have hoped it would have been!)

Or maybe………..*sigh*

Despite some long stretches of non-contact, at times one or the other would eventually reach out and we’d reconnect via email and telephone calls. Why did we continue to seek out one another? We were both single and available, but we never would take the next step.

Now?

Again?

Here we are, now retired and lonely. Both climbing out of the abyss and learning to live again or maybe learning to LIVE for the very first time. Finally. Healing. Letting go of pasts that nearly destroyed us and looking forward to a brighter future. A reality that we‘re each creating for ourselves. A major shift in consciousness.

However, we hadn’t actually seen each other in probably 15 or more years, until my recent first visit to his home/cave in October. Of course, we weren’t the sexy young things that we were way back then. Time had taken it’s toll, but I felt the connection remained as it was; just so very comfortable.

Easy. I could get used to this EASY.

I began to think that the “meant to be” script I’d written may actually ring true.


To be continued…………………


A girl can wait for the right man to come along but in the meantime that still doesn't mean she can't have a wonderful time with all the wrong ones.

~Cher

If I Could Write a Letter to Me

If I Could Write a Letter to Me....is a hit country song, by Brad Paisley. In that song, he's an adult and speaks of wanting to write a letter to himself back when he was in high school...and share things he's learned about how his life would eventually turn out.

Recently, I noticed a few blogs that I follow had posted "Open Letters" that they'd written to themselves. Since I have been having a pity party of major proportions in the past few days, I wrote this to ME to give myself a swift kick in the rear!

I think it's working! :)





Dear Me,

WTF is wrong with you? Look at you! What’s happened to you?

You are a friggin’ mess. Pathetic in so many ways. Yes, I said “pathetic” because I know how much you like the truth. That’s right, p-a-t-h-e-t-i-c…and it’s about time someone gave you a serious wake-up call.

Oh yeah….for the past few months, you‘ve been on a spiritual quest…a big self-improvement kick; but who could tell by your latest pity party? What is that all about? You are on your third day of wallowing in your self-imposed misery! This one’s almost for the record books.

If you aren’t sitting around in your pajamas with tears streaming down your face, you are “taking to your bed” with that woe is me attitude. Why don’t you just velcro your wrist to your forehead?

Is that your inner-child I hear singing, “Nobody likes me, everybody HATES me, I’m gonna eat some worms?” Oh, that’s right, it’s not worms…it’s chocolate, milkshakes and fast food you’re eating. Why don’t you try some worms….they’ve probably got less calories and they’re certainly more nutritious.

How long has it been since you’ve cooked for your family? Are you proud of the fact that you’ve disconnected so much that everyone has to fend for themselves around here? What happened to that schedule that you talked about, where everyone was going to pitch in and have a night to cook and clean the kitchen? Are you so paralyzed with apathy that you can’t even do a simple schedule so you can all eat a home-cooked meal? I know, it’s just so much easier to throw a $20 at the kids and tell them to run through the drive through. What a wimp! And….you wonder why you are putting on weight!

Do you realize that you’ve nearly put on every bit of that weight that you lost last year? I know you’ve looked in the mirror lately and it’s bothering you that you are FAT! Yes, FAT! I said it even though you prefer the word “pudgy!”

Do you remember how you felt when you were thinner? You were struttin’ your sexy self! The kids were callin’ you HOT MAMA!! People didn’t even recognize you because you looked so good and of course, you weren’t isolating yourself then! You were so faithful about your diet journal, and exercising! You love to walk! What happened? Is it that isolation crap again? You don’t want anyone to see you? More of that stupid self-pity because you are aging, and you’ve let yourself go?

Vanity…Thy Name is Woman!

You know you look pretty damn good for a woman your age, and you can look better, if you do your part. Get busy! Get going on that exercise! YOU are retired for God’s sake! You can’t say you don’t have the time! In fact, I think part of your problem is you have too much time on your hands. Don’t you?

Didn’t you just buy a treadmill? You don’t have a single excuse for NOT exercising! Yeah…I know you live in the mountains and it’s Winter. That’s why God made coats, hats and gloves. If the weather’s nice, you can go for a walk and who knows…you may find some great photo ops while you’re out. Or, you can listen to some of that music on your fancy new iPod. You’ve got an incredible music library on that thing. Surely you can find some motivating music to get you going! And… you can use it while you walk on the treadmill if it’s cold outside. Didn’t you put that treadmill in a place where it can easily be put in position to see the television while you’re walking on it? Puhlease!!! Get moving!

And…..while you are at it, how about doing a little housework! Housework is exercise and just getting this filthy place in shape will lift your spirits.

Good Lord woman, can you even kick your way through your messy bedroom? No wonder you want to stay in bed! I bet you just can’t stand how incredibly nasty you’ve let this house become! Yes, it’s your fault! You have four people living here; 2 adults and 2 that are nearly adults. A few years ago this place was always spotless! A little cluttered at times, but clean!!!

Where’s your backbone? Can you provide some boundaries and expectations for those slovenly people that are living in your home? Sometimes I find it hard to believe you worked in a prison for 25 years and were so successful. Like Papa used to say…“Would you put up with that shit from an inmate?” NO? Well, then why do you let your kids walk all over you and mess up your beautiful home? What about that chart?? Remember? That was agreed upon by all involved and you just failed to get it done. Say what you mean…and mean what you say! It’s not that damn complicated.

Oh, and I totally understand that you are approaching that milestone birthday in a few weeks and you‘re feeling a little “old!” Well, you are a very youthful 55, and besides, 55 is not that old! You need to quit yer bellyaching as two of your sisters didn’t make it to age 40! So, why don’t you try being a little more grateful for attaining that age and having a wonderful retirement income! There’s lots of people out there who are still working for a living and you’ve got all this time to finally do what you want in life and instead you are sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Isolating yourself, again. Do you see how absolutely absurd that is?

Yes, I know you want to find a soul mate; someone who’ll be loving, kind and giving. Like you. Yes, you are a wonderful woman and would make a great lover and wife and that person is out there, somewhere! You thought maybe your Would-Be Prince Charming would be that “someone.” But, he’s made it clear that he’s not interested in anything more than being friends. He’s being "careful" and not open to a “relationship” at this point in his life. Yes…it’s too bad. His loss. But…damn it…does he need to bust you upside of the head with a 2x4 to get that through your thick head?

Remember when you were in high school and you had a crush on Cathy Cave’s brother and you let him know it? He wrote in your yearbook, “Forget it Lisa, it’s not going to happen!” It’s pretty much just like that here. What part of NO don’t you understand?



He said you’d be much "more attractive" to the right person, when there’s more “balance” in your life. Which is probably a pretty nice way of saying you’re kind of a mess right now Lisa. So…get to balancing!

You know…..there’s so much more I could say right now…but I think I’ve beat you up enough for now. I am sure you know that I love you and I am doing this in that spirit of love. You really need to get your shit together Lisa!

Let’s set a couple of goals to get started. Tomorrow, you’ll make those kitchen charts. That’s an easy one, right? Monday, you’ll start exercising again! You can start out slow. Let’s say a half-hour walk outdoors or on the treadmill.

Baby steps darlin’.

Deal?

Deal!

You‘ll be just fine! Trust me! I am here for ya!

Love,

Me

Broken-Thematic Photography

Carmi at Written, Inc. has a weekly Thematic Photography segment in his blog. I happened upon it today and like some of his other followers, I decided to play along with this week's theme of "Broken."

I love photography! It's my latest passion in life! I'd say I am a "self-learner" rather than self-taught as I have a long way to go, especially when it comes to the mechanics of photography. I've yet to try my hand at the manual settings on the camera due to fear that I'd never, ever get the camera back to the default settings. But, I'll tell you a little secret! The newer cameras..like mine, have a button to push that will automatically reset your camera to the default settings, so there's really no excuse to be scared!

When I am busy taking photos, regardless of the environment, or in the process of editing them, I find that I lose all sense of time, because I'm truly living in the moment. It's a wonderful escape!

I love the fact that at times, a photo can really speak a 1000 words! I had to dig through some of my old photos to find one fitting for this week's theme, but came upon this one which I think works.....

When my (late) father was hospitalized a few years ago, I brought him this vase of flowers and the cute little Nun statue and placed them on his window sill. When I returned to visit the next day, I discovered that the white carnation-the only carnation-in the midst of those yellow daisies, was broken. I don't know how it happened, but I found it beautiful in its own way and snapped this photo.

Of all the family I've lost in this life...four years later, I am still broken at the loss of my wonderful father.

Flyin' My Freak Flag Proudly

My new Blogger friends, Frankie and Bella, who are identical twins and cobloggers from Australia; which is pretty dern special in itself-did an entry yesterday in which they posted some, well...oddities about themselves, entitled Flying Your Freak Flag.

They asked their readers about little quirks that they may have; the kind that make you somewhat neurotic, a little freaky or just plain uniquely YOU! You know…endearing stuff. The stuff that makes your teenager want to divorce your creepy ass because, let's face it you are just too bizarre.

It brought to mind a nifty Al-Anon sayin'...."You are only as sick as your secrets!" which got me to thinkin' how really special I am. My endearing quirks are probably pretty mild, in comparison to some people...like maybe Remo's...but I think they make for good blogging and I'd like to "share."

I reveal these oddities with great risk, knowing all too well that my Would Be Prince Charming may never again invite me to his safe haven, as he already has seen me drink one glass of wine and break into considerable sobs while we watched What Dreams May Come, with Robin Williams. I think he found me beyond hope at that point, with "ISSUES!" :)

Dear God! I thought Robin Williams only did comedies, but I am not "well read" when it comes to movies. I can get emotional all over again just thinking about that film as the whole damn family died! I am such a girl........

But, back to the task at hand.........



Flies: Yes, your garden variety, household black flies. I cannot and will not sleep or even be able to handle being in a small room with a FLY or Flies! I had a recurring dream when I was little, about being in a small room, with no doors and no windows, with a continual buzzing that I believe was a fly. It may have been a bee, who knows, but I've found it's much more likely that one would have a fly in the room, than a bee. It's my freaky nightmare, so I've chosen the antagonist to be an annoying and terrifying fly whose BUZZing gets increasing louder when I struggle to find my way outta the room. The horror!!! Anyway, I once broke a globe on the bathroom light in my master bath while chasing a fly with a towel; finally killing it so I could get some sleep!



Chapstick-Since I was old enough to provide for myself, I been addicted to Chapstick. SERIOUSLY addicted. The store brand will sometimes do, but for the purposes of this journal, we'll call it Chapstick. I must have Chapstick with me at all times! If I am not wearing lipstick, then I must have Chapstick on my lips. I probably have the softest lips in town because I use it constantly and will even put it on my lips in the middle of the night, if I happen to wake up. There's one in my nightstand, one in my purse, one on my desk and if I go for a walk without my purse, I will put a Chapstick in my pocket. If for some unGodly reason I wouldn't have access to my Chapstick, I would begin to panic and would have to go to the nearest drugstore or handy 7-11, to pick up a new one. After that I would regain my composure. I know...they have meds for that kind of behavior.



Dirty Hands-I HATE MY HANDS TO BE DIRTY!! I mean dirt..dirty or greasy dirty. ICK! I dunno, but maybe my neurotic mother or grandmother used to wash my hands a little too often when I was a kid. (I am also somewhat germophobic, but that's the next paragraph) So, I pretty much don't like to use my hands mix meatloaf, grease the bottom of baking pans with butter, garden without gloves-because soil under my nails is torture-and I seriously doubt that I'd enjoy throwing a clay pot on a spinning wheel, even though I'd think I'd like to try, because it would really bother me to have my hands THAT dirty!



Germophobic-I guess I am doing my part to ensure we as a Nation end up with supergerms, because I carry hand sanitizer and use it pretty regularly. Of course I only use it if I don't have a sink available to suitably wash my hands after touching nasty objects used by millions of people on a regular basis. Like after pumping gas, handling money, door handles or shopping carts! Albertson's has my business just because they offer free sanitizing wipes for cleaning up the shopping cart push bar, just as you walk in the building. What service!

Yes..I know that is what an immune system and positive thinking is for, but on the other side of the coin, I seldom get sick.

Finally......



Cotton balls: Touching a cotton ball to me, is the equivalent of someone scratching their fingernails on a chalkboard!!! UGGGGHHHH!!! I just can't stand touching a REAL cotton; like they stuff in pill bottles! The texture is just simply unbearable!!! My children think it's hysterical and love to come up to me with a cotton ball in hand and try to rub it on me!

So...If you'd ever like to torture me, just put me in a small room with padded cotton walls, just after I've pumped gas, without my Chapstick, and release a few big black flies.

I'll either create an exit, or die trying.

Oh...Him Again

A couple of weeks ago, I ran into “Him” at the grocery store, AGAIN. It was about the 4th time in a 6 month period that we nearly crashed carts while quietly absorbed in the wonder of the vast assortment of cheese to select from in the cold case aisle of our friendly Albertson’s or while perusing Save Mart‘s meat section. Actually, this time I was coochie-cooing the adorable toddler grandson of one my Bunco partners; who I saw standing in the Express Lane, when he approached and wrapped me in a big bear hug!

I smiled in amazement at the odds of running into “Him” again in one of the two major grocery stores in our town, knowing there are really no accidents in this web of constant cosmic connections, but then discounted it with my rational side, thinking “Well, we’ve all got to eat!”

Me: “I sent you a card the other day!”

Him: “I got it today!”

Me: “Really! How about that!”

Him: “Hey, I’ve been meaning to call you about going out to dinner! How about this weekend?” he smiled enthusiastically. (I recalled hearing exactly that statement from him during our last supermarket encounter!)

Me: “Ummm. Actually, I am busy this weekend. I am going outta town! You know I mentioned in my card that I am going to Al-Anon now…learning to deal with things involving the girls…so I am taking a little time for me this weekend and visiting a friend up North! I am really starting to enjoy life and my retirement!” I said sincerely with a big smile.

Of course, I am not stoooopid-I didn’t mention that the friend I was going to see was my would-be Prince Charming who surprisingly had invited me back for a second weekend visit at his safe haven. And…I began to feel pretty damn smug that there were TWO men who seemed interested in my fabulous company in the same weekend and I was turning one down!) “Life just keeps getting better and better!” I said.

Him: “Well…How about next weekend? Let’s plan on next weekend. Will that work?”

Me: “Sure,” I said, “Give me a call!” He said he’d call, then kissed me on the cheek as we said our quick goodbyes and I walked away a little lighter on my feet thinking I was doing alright for a pudgy woman who was nearly 55 years old.

Feast or famine? It was my turn for a feast! You know…the…So many men…so little time stuff! I hadn’t felt this good since I paid eHarmony to send me tons of so-called “compatible singles” like dick, yes dick…not Capital D-Dick….just dick……that I could turn down without even a word. Just a click of the mouse and dick…….and his friends were gone! GAWD….how I hated the whole internet dating stuff and I’ve vowed to NEVER, ever do that again.

It was wonderful to consider that the two single men now sorta interested in my company were actually compatible in my book. I previously worked with both and we’d achieved the same success in our careers and we were all once extremely passionate about our work. It’s nice to have someone in your life who understands that part of you that can get excited about placing someone in handcuffs (get your mind outta the gutter), large riots and the aroma of OC pepper spray permeating from some tough guy in a holding cell, who’s now crying like a big baby because he’s been thoroughly doused for some bonehead decision he elected to make. Seems like we never grow tired of “war stories” even though we’re all retired now.

Both men are the type that know how to treat a lady and are easy to just “be” with in that comfortable, “old shoe” sort of way. They’re good conversationalists, well read, and good writers. They’re handsome, manly men with their own interests, who wouldn’t deny a woman theirs. And having worked in the same business, they can appreciate my accomplishments as I do theirs, and they aren’t intimidated by any of it.

I could rattle on and on about the merits of both, but my would-be Prince Charming reads this blog sometimes and he might get the idea that I kinda like him.

Nothing could be further from the truth. **rolls eyes**

Nope, I am keeping my options open and am relying on lessons learned about expectations. “Expectations are just future disappointments in the making” said my wise therapist recently.

While I would like to expect that Mr. Grocery Shopper would have called like he said he would, I didn‘t for a minute have any expectations that he would do so…. as he said that before. I also know that past behavior is an indication of future behavior. So when he didn’t call by Wednesday or Thursday to make plans for our dinner date this weekend…I made mine. I was busy, busy, busy and thoroughly productive as well.

It's Sunday afternoon and he still hasn’t called. Not that I thought he meant Sunday as part of the "weekend" anyway.

I’ve decided to take those cosmic connections in the grocery store as another lesson or… two….. that I needed to have reinforced.

I’m shopping elsewhere.

California's Proposition 8

If you get a chance to spend a few minutes here, watch this amazing commentary by Keith Olbermann on California's Proposition 8, which was rejected by a vote of about 52% AGAINST an amendment to allow same-sex couples the legal right to marry in our great State.

Ellen Degeneres has been talking about Keith's incredible opinion on the matter during her show, and one of my fellow bloggers just added it in a recent entry so I took a gander. I was mesmerized at his passion, clarity and common-sense and I couldn't agree more. So, I decided to post it here as well.

I'm not gay and wouldn't have the slightest interest in a romantic/sexual relationship with someone of my gender. But, I have some gay friends, gay family members and know lots of former co-workers who are gay too. (One of my biggest crushes EVER was on a man that I worked with that eventually came out of the closet as a gay man! I was crushed.) I have friends who have gay children and gay siblings. It doesn't diminish them a bit in my eyes. They color my world..so to speak..with all the colors of the rainbow! :) In fact, as my late Grandmother used to say...."Isn't it wonderful that we aren't all alike, because it would be one b-o-r-i-n-g world if we were."

So it just flat out amazes me that people would be that damn caught up in preventing two people who love each other, who just happen to be of the same sex from getting married, when as Keith said...we heterosexuals haven't been all that successful in the marriage department, with 50/50 odds of divorce.

The older I get, the more I realize that LOVE is all that really matters in this life. We all want to love and be loved in return!

I am nearly 55 years old and I'm wanting to experience a new loving relationship and eventually marry that special guy so we can share the rest of our lives...and damn it, if these men don't work out...I may have to look for someone fun-loving and incredibly special to marry like......Ellen Degeneres!

Really, who would want to deny me that option? ;)

Frowzy-Use it in a Sentence

Word of the Day for Saturday, November 15, 2008 from Dictionary.com
frowzy \FROW-zee\, adjective:

1. dirty and untidy; slovenly
2. smelling bad; musty

While Lisa would be very content to keep her happy, yet slovenly fanny right in front of the computer for the remainder of the day; playing Scrabble, editing photos and blogging about nonsense since she has absolutely no inspiration for an entry of any substance; she's decided to spend some time cleaning her FROWZY bedroom.

The photograph has been added to make Lisa feel that pretty trumps frowzy any day!

How would you use that word in a sentence?

Thankful Thursday

It's time to reflect on those things for which I am especially grateful!

1. Men who can cook! I am soooo very grateful for a couple of guys in my life that can cook! They can really cook GOOD, nutritious food! Right now one of those guys is grilling us ribs and he's made Strawberry Shortcake for Dessert! I am not so sure there's a lot of nutrition in shortcake, but we'll count the fruit as nutrition! YUM! Man....ummm, no pun intended.....I've been eating good lately!

2. My kids doing the BIG grocery shopping yesterday! Oh yeah, that's nice! I sat in the car and enjoyed my iPod-with all kinds of new music, thanks to a friend's extensive music collection that he recently let me copy onto my computer/iPod-while they did that drudgery. Ugghhh!

3. Modern Technology-my iPod..see above and my computer. I so love my computer and can't imagine life without it!

4. Ellen Degeneres-I just think she's one of the most fun and sincere personalities on TV and I find myself just cracking up while I watch her show! Laughter is so good for the soul!

5. Movies-Over this past weekend I enjoyed at least 4 movies, three of which I hadn't seen before and each of them touched my heart in some manner! They were, One Fine Day; with George Clooney who is so easy on the eyes, The Visitor, What Dreams May Come and Juno! I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to see those movies and relax with a dear friend while doing so!

6. A visit to Forestiere Underground Gardens with my Roadie! And....the photo ops! See previous entry!

Forestiere Underground Gardens

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. ~Ansel Adams




Last weekend, I had the amazing opportunity to visit Forestiere Underground Gardens, in Fresno, California, where I took the above photo of a subterranean walkway in the midst of an entire network of underground rooms in the "Garden Home" of Baldassare Forestiere, a Sicilian immigrant, who lived from 1879-1946.

The Forestiere family has owned this site for over 100 years, and it is listed by the Department of the Interior on the NATIONAL REGISTER OF HISTORIC PLACES and a CALIFORNIA REGISTERED HISTORICAL LANDMARK, NUMBER 916.

We toured this incredible maze of underground rooms, passageways, courtyards and patios, which included the living area, consisting of a kitchen, bedrooms, library and bath; built and sculpted alone, by Baldassare Forestiere over a span of 40 years (1906-1946) in which he used only hand tools.

Once this underground complex spanned 10 acres, but only 4 acres remain today and it is open to accept visitors to hear Baldassare's amazing story and marvel at his accomplishments. The gardens of old fruit trees and gnarly, thick grapevines planted by Baldassare; continue to provide fresh fruit, some of which is sold on site.




"God only knows what has kept the Gardens this long. I think if it were not for the visitors, we would not have been able to make it this far. How can one destroy or exploit the work this man has done? Can not the strength and purity of a person's work survive in our age? Certainly we, at this period of history, desperately need examples of man's simple capacity to achieve with only the mind and body God has given us."

~Lorraine Forestiere



I found the wonder of it all very inspiring! I hope you enjoy these photos and information! You can find more info at www.undergroundgardens.info