This was yesterday.
The sun was shining on my hard-working husband as he measured out the twine. It’s all going according to plan…that is, our grand plan for square foot gardening in our brand new sun drenched garden plot.
Isn’t that a sight for hyper-organize, Type-A eyes? All orderly and grid-like and ready for methodical planting [...]
Read more...Despite a decidedly rocky start with rhubarb, I have made a remarkable comeback. Even though I was deceived as a child into believing that my beloved frozen strawberries were in fact rhubarb (and therefore off limits,) I have now gotten to a point where things with scary names aren’t intimidating. Well, except kohlabi. Anyone in [...]
Read more...Coming back home after eight days away I am hit by one particular fact: my living room smells like dirt. No, I can’t blame my husband for letting things fall to pot. The kids are in one piece and the house is still standing. The house smells like dirt in a good way. Forest path [...]
Read more...According to the gardening gurus it’s time to plant potatoes, but all I’m doing is eating a whole lot of doughnuts. Ahhh, the anti-healthy all-terrible non-nutritional terrific-tasting doughnut. Nothing takes the sting out of stress like a deep friend treat dipped in chocolate. And I’ve been a bit stressed lately, what with my eight year-old [...]
Read more...Sometimes nature is cruel. Other times, while it’d be an exaggeration to call nature cruel, she’s not exactly helping things by subtly antagonizing the underlying issues of sibling rivalry.
Thanks, nature, for this. One more reason to pit sister against sister in the eternal contest for who is best.
Allow me to settle the question equitably, in [...]
Read more...Yeah, that one. The one planning for a flowering spring. The one with a song in her heart and a belief in the future. The one dancing with hope.
That’s me, really. With just a few tweaks to the old personality.
I am not known for having patience. A fondness [...]
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