My earliest memories, and I cherish them, are of
being about two years old.
One is of being on our front porch, looking intently
at a bleeding heart vine.
The other is of being outside sitting on the ground
and helping my Mom plant daffodil bulbs.
At our ranchiito we do NOT keep bees.
They and other critters grace us with their presence, and we provide for their need to the best of our abilities.
