On a Thursday


There’s rain gently falling and cars whizzing by the house splashing through the puddles. I have ivories at my fingertips, a glass of wine, and a house to myself.

And I can’t play worth shit. I’m lucky if I can even remember how to read the sheet music that used to come so naturally to me. But I try anyway.


About Fail Better Farm Girl

I'm a city girl with dreams of someday having my own little farm in the country. In the meantime, I'm learning as I go at "Fail Better Farm" - the nickname I've given my urban homesteading adventures.

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