It’s the kind of day when it’s hard to stay focussed. I know I should be working on my novel. Or finishing off the insurance company reimbursement forms for our therapeutic massages. Or going through my stash of sewing fabrics and beads and actually making something. Don’t feel like it. The siren call of the new crop of ^%$#@! dandelions is calling to me. Why can’t scientists invent something non-toxic and biological that actually works to control certain species of noxious growing things? No, I’m not gonna make dandelion wine. I’ve tried it, didn’t like it. Why would I, do all that work for something mediocre on the tongue when I can buy fabulous beverages at the LCBO down the street? By the way, I picked up…

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