The older I get, the more impatient I seem to become.
What happened to achieving the wisdom of not sweating the small stuff and letting whatever will be to be?
Someone send me that memo again, please.
Case in point: strawberry season didn’t come soon enough for me this year. While I was ecstatic to find Ontario greenhouse berries in the grocery store at the beginning of May, what I really wanted were those Niagara berries that compel me to drive across town to the farm stand that specializes in them.