because we miss her daily musings.
Why, that Mr. Nielson spent hours using his manly muscles and 3 gallons of his own sweat to make my dream come true. I could have rolled around that fresh compost (that we have been saving for nearly 6 months for this moment) kissing Mr. Nielson.
2. Dinners outside under the mulberry tree.
Enjoying the perfect lighting ambiance with over 30 baby jars and tea lights that Mr. Nielson hung so creatively under that tree.