by Sarah Van Diest @SarahVanDiest
We know
this to be true. When we stop breathing, we stop living. There is no life when
breath is absent.
It’s
allergy season here in Oregon, and other places, too, I’m sure. And because
this winter was Portland’s wettest on record, there is now no shortage of
growing, blooming things.
An afternoon doing simple gardening can turn into a
night of sneezes and snores. Last night was a perfect example.
