I’m no health fanatic but a yummy food aficionado? Absolutely. I also love beautiful pictures and art. I love colors. I swoon over a wildflower garden with butterflies…
This weekend was a glump of happy life happenings. It was a Mother’s Day weekend of wonderful gifts. My cooking hiatus started Thursday so carry out food it…
Although I have given up on my garden to a great extent ( see this post for the back story for my grief-talk), Mark soldiers on with his.…
The sainted shrub did not resurrect itself this Spring. As I suspected, I had killed my birthday present to myself. The forever lusted after beautyberry bush, with its…
Thought I’d catch you up my lovely reader on where I am and what I’ve been thinking about. Year of Making I’m committed to A Year of Making.…
The native plants sale at Adkins Arboretum always happens right around my birthday. This is the sale that you buy plants and hedge your bets that you won’t…
I was really forcing a smile when I wrote my first Spring post. Sometimes you put a smile on and hope to grow into it. I felt no…
A couple of weeks ago, Winter began to expand its boundaries into some mythical time warp, like the last week of a pregnancy.Reality can be cruel. I used…
Plants are like friends, they’re here today and gone tomorrow. You enjoy them so much when you have them.They are part of the landscape. The in-laws irises bloomed…
The Sequel to My Brown Thumb, Woman Vs. Plant was published elsewhere first. And edited for this rebroad. My actual garden remains ignored while I’m tied to a…