I know the Big Guy is not the only married man who becomes paralyzed with terror anytime he hears his wife utter the words, "I have an idea." To be fair, usually the ideas involve holes in the ceilings and wall-sized holes in the walls (for the wall-sized window of course).The only time my home improvement ideas don't trigger stroke symptoms is in the dead of winter when my scrappy hardcover book of graph paper is my first sounding board.There's no logical reason for it, but sometime around the end of January, visions of backhoes and rototillers dance in my head as I fill page after page with new layouts for my veggie garden. In the end, only the colors change places, but the doodling has become a satisfying substitute for the words, 'I have a dozen ideas'. At least where the garden is concerned.
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