Mother's Day is my least favorite holiday in the world. I want to be clear. I am not dissing mothers or motherhood or whatever other hoods. My particular circumstances in life, both now and in the preceding years, have made this NOT the best holiday ever, and I am not a fan of holidays in general. Long story. Much trauma. Nobody actually died, so that's a plus.

I left for cigarettes. That was it. It's a bad habit, I know, but that's not the point here. Focus people. LOOK at this?!?

I moved to Flowery Branch a little over six years ago, following my heart like a lovesick 30-something romantic. Our whirlwind summer dating got serious in October, and I got to experience my very first NE GA fall & winter roller-coaster in our suburban home. The house sits on ¾ of an acre or so, and anyone who has experienced the joys of fall and early winter around here knows one thing that I did not at the time: there are leaves. Lots and LOTS of leaves. (Like “we accident