Imagine you’re on a nice, wide boulevard. There are lots of exciting things to do and see as you drive along. Then the road begins to narrow, and the shoulders drop o­ff, and things along the roadside are a little less enticing. As you continue you find yourself on a gravel road with hardly anything of interest on each side, and what’s there is shadowy and spooky. Sharp curves, potholes, ruts and bumps make you afraid to take your eyes o­ff the road. Then, suddenly, you’re of

I couldn’t put it off any longer. If I waited another week or two, I’d be cooped up in the house instead of spending my time out in the garden, mucking around in the warming soil, preparing for flowers and veggies. With winter nearly at an end, it was time to force myself to perform the dreaded rarely-annual spring cleaning. Up until now, I’d managed to get out of digging through the boxes of paperwork that had been a fire hazard for several years since we’d closed our constr