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.
It’s official: my kids are outgrowing play pretend. I’ll probably only have a few more chances with my youngest. There was a day when I would sigh as I heard…
Weeded, spread, and planted all by myself. My kids thought they would melt in the sprinkling mist- still waiting for them to catch the “garden bug.” But that’s okay because…
There’s another Great Northern Knit-along happening on Ravelry and Instagram. This time we’re either knitting Lonely Souls, Filled with Secrets, Starts with a J, or Lynch Pin. I chose Lonely…
There are lots of reasons I don’t usually photograph recipes I’ve tried. For one, thing, I’m not really food driven. That’s what my sister says about my lab, but it’s…
My gardening style is to wait and see what happens. I mean wait too long and then eventually wade into the mess to assess the damage. I have been…
