I grew up in a small town. I guess it`s something that sticks with you in so many ways—saying hello to people in the street, talking to the check out girl, helping someone across the street. One thing that has … Continue reading →
I’m sure we’ve all said the little ditty: Spring is sprung, the grass is riz. I wonder where the birdies is. I’ve heard variations of the last line from: I wonder where the flowers is to Where last year’s reckless … Continue reading →
Welcome to my flower garden. Be warned, I don’t spend a lot of time on it. In fact, every year I say this will be the last year for flowers. With a huge vegetable garden and acres of lawn and … Continue reading →
I will spare you a picture of what it looks like outside my window. Suffice it to say, there is snow, snow, snow. But it’s spring somewhere. I found it in Paris. Sigh. Whether there are flowers or snow, Easter … Continue reading →
It’s the time of year when I look out the window and see nothing but black and white except for the flare of sunrise. But that spectacular display is not enough to fill my need for color. I suffer from … Continue reading →
This week we did some mulching. The hope is it will make my life easier because it will reduce weeding. I like the beauty of perennials and the flower borders but they are so much work. Hence, the use of mulch. … Continue reading →
See these beautiful flowers. But they don’t belong there so I guess that makes them weeds. They are growing between the rows—thick as a carpet. I have been editing a manuscript and finding weed words. Words that are perfectly good but … Continue reading →
I’m sure you’ve heard of patchwork quilts. Years ago, the girls and I made several crazy patchwork quilts. No pattern except that the quilt was made in 12” squares. The result is colorful and…well, crazy. Kind of fun to make. … Continue reading →
I was going to title this bog July Joys but then I would have had to list a whole bunch of things like family reunions, company, trips with grandkids to the lake, picnics, wiener roasts, long walks in the cool … Continue reading →
The garden has been harvested. The flower beds mulched and covered in preparation for winter. The leaves have fallen from all but the last few trees. The most color I see is the clusters of red berries on the mountain … Continue reading →