Have Garden Will Share

Sadly, most of my garden is now overgrown and choked with weeds. I feel more and more each day that I’m falling hopelessly behind. This year I’ve accepted, with much sorrow that my once lovely gardens, having offered me daily retreat for so long, are now lost to me.

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

It's Sunday. The house is quiet in these early morning hours. I'm tucked away in my she-room, sipping fresh coffee. In summer, when the sun rises early enough to angle through the small window, it falls across the corner of the antique maple dresser I stripped down to the wood and then hand-rubbed with tung … Continue reading Sunday Morning Coming Down

April

It's April first, April Fool's Day. While I used to enjoy a good prank on this day, even when it was on me, it's not my thing anymore. Since I'm going to be staying home all day, just the hubs and me, I'm pretty sure any Fool's day foolery is off the table. Though Mother … Continue reading April

Prince, the Purple Train and High Heel Shoes: Bonding With My Daughter

I can't believe another summer is drawing to a close. Despite my mother being right (and mother's always are—despite our daughters disavowing that fact), I refuse to admit the days of sunshine and roses seem to be going faster the older I get. But, here it is a week into August already, the school supplies … Continue reading Prince, the Purple Train and High Heel Shoes: Bonding With My Daughter