Originally Posted By: sam_oc
I have such a long way to go. Reminds me of the Robert Frost poem: "and miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep". Sigh.
Even tougher when almost every night feels like "...the darkest evening of the year."

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac