The world is working in seamless harmony with the growahouse movement. Tomorrow will be sunny and 76 degrees. I couldn't have scripted it better.
I made the rounds to my neighbors last night... Telling them that the global housewarming would be tomorrow and that they should stop by... have some jerk chicken... talk the talk... feel the movement
I found myself hammering my new and improved mailbox into its redefined locale at 3:00 AM last night. (Got a chance to break out Angela, my sledge hammer, and give her a couple over the shoulder swings) It seemed to be a fitting task on a mild moonlit night. There is something about the vibe and the potential energy of getting and receiving mail, that says...
"I'm reachable... and I look forward to hearing from you."
Come one, Come all...