Here we go….a blog about Garden Chores. I can hardly wait. (Sarcasm is dripping like melted chocolate). Yesterday, I wrote…
I’ve recently discovered that I don’t like transition. I don’t even like the word… Transitioning usually means some type of…
The “Way Maker”. Lyrics by Leeland. I’m sitting quietly this morning…very unhurried. I have my cup of Earl Grey tea,…
A store can be lots of things….a massive warehouse or a child’s collection of broken bits of china at a…
“I love the idea of growing flowers, but I have a black thumb. I’m completely hopeless.” News Flash…You are never…
The most lovely time of year in Texas is Fall. Or maybe Winter. Or maybe Spring…. But certainly not Summer.…
The earth is dry. Everywhere I look, I see a shade of brown. It is almost impossible to explain to…
It’s been exactly one year, 9 months and 4 days since the flood destroyed our home….and that was the last…
“It’s Summer, but Fall is coming.” I survey the gardens each day and watch new plants fade away. “It’s Summer,…
“Michael, You don’t need to take the covering off the bulbs. You can just put them right into the sack.”…