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.
I let my little cilantro plants bolt to seed to see if I could harvest it as coriander. I may have waited too late to collect them because they were…
I don’t want to take it down. I haven’t gotten to sit and read or knit by the lights at night enough. I want another week, especially after all the…
I was so much more content to wear my brother’s old blue jeans than dresses straight off the set of Little House on the Prairie. My mother won on Sundays,…
Look at my face in this picture (I’m on the left.) That is the expression of someone feeling very blessed to know her own child. (Watchman Trail, Zion Park, Utah)…
We’ve been enjoying the cool evenings, since we’re finally having them. The leaves aren’t falling yet, but the mosquitos have let up some, and the animals are all frisky, racing around the…
Maybe you have noticed the jewelry I wear in some of my blog posts. I don’t know, maybe no one reads blogs anymore. But, I’ve had these photos of some…