Petrified opossum found under the cedar house...
The mama and baby wild turkeys crossing the bridge.
Loose cow attacking the wisteria!
When I was little, I hated weeding. Luckily, weeding the garden was not one of my required weekly chores, so I was able to despise it from a distance. But one day, my distaste for the task transformed into devotion. No, it wasn’t because I tasted my first homegrown tomato or suddenly learned to appreciate the origin of life. It was because of one thing, one thing with which we are all too familiar as our economy struggles to recover—an incentive.
