It appears now that my initial attempt can only be classified as failed. I briefly skimmed the entirety of what I’d posted thus far, and I see a reference to planting a coming garden. Said garden has since been planted, tended, harvested, and, ultimately, ripped out. Our garden did not fare so well this year. In fact, it’s probably the least successful yield we’ve ever produced. This year’s “garden” makes me pine more than ever for a place (and land!) of our own. I should add, though, that tonight’s dinner of homemade pizza included a couple handfuls of basil straight out of the (still standing) herb garden, so I guess we are still enjoying small victories.

We are comfortable here, and the location couldn’t be more convenient. There has been major construction ongoing since we moved here, and we’re now an additional hour away from many of the places we felt fortunate to have such easy access to before (Gettysburg, Harpers Ferry, Washington, etc.), but aside from these two realities, we really have no complaints – and much to be thankful for – in where we ended up when we found out we had to relocate.

Earlier today, I was longing for a local coffee shop where I might become a regular customer. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t have one within walking distance. I was surprised to find that there is actually a coffee place in Danville that I did not know about. They weren’t open at the time of my discovery, but I am already thinking of ways to try to schedule a weekly trip or two. I need to be more intentional about things like reading and writing, and spending some time in a place like that would be conducive to making this a reality. If I am able to actually get out of work on time tomorrow – a near impossible feat for a Monday – I would like to make a trip over and hang around for their last hour of business for the day. Should that come to pass, the task at hand will be compiling an official TBR list!