Hangers On
These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
When Kristin of Voolenvine Yarns announced a knit-a-long devoted to all of those patterns that every knitter out there seems to have made but myself, I knew I had to…
I cannot be the only knitter to crave big needles and bulky yarn after so many finely knit sweaters. They were the tools I learned on and any time…
I don’t like to take down Christmas lights until my birthday. No, my birthday isn’t in February. But it’s soon and I’m enjoying my late morning coffee all alone with…
I really do hope that anyone who reads this has or will have had a really special Thanksgiving with people who love them, mindful of the blessings in their life….
Our refrigerator used to be covered with drawings of cats. The last few years it’s been all dragons and knights and such. For now anyway. I’ve had someone’s drawings on…
Yesterday was my first day to really handle the bees. It was late in the day, which I heard was a no-no, but I was tired and wanted…