“If You’re Going Through Hell, Keep Going”

(Apparently that wasn’t really said by Winston Churchill. Darn.)

Payments on the double mortgage added up to more than I could earn. The house had to be sold. Or maybe just half of it rented out? Swinging between those two options every 12 hours or so, I began to realize I was “losing it.”

A postcard I made up, to introduce potential buyers to my gardens. But it didn’t work.