Wildflowers

When we moved into our house, the first thing I dumped was the big bag of weed and feed. Generations may have occupied the house and ceaselessly been at war with the wooded bird sanctuary just past the old stone fence. No amount of weedkiller, fertilizer, or grass seed would create a thriving lawn there. …

Day By Day

Trout Lily

There are a lot of nits I could pick with the various apps that litter my phone. And that includes the camera and photo apps. But my favorite features are that they date the photos, and they list the location. If I can't recall where that favored piece of public art is, I can search …

Take It, While You Can

Yes. I love New England, but I don't trust the weather! Trust me!

Playing In The Garden

Daily writing promptWhat's a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?View all responses Sshhhhhhh! Let's not tell anyone. And especially not the lawyers...they'd never understand! Well, OK, just between you and me then. My secret ability was adaptability. I was often thrown into situations by life and sort of asked to "make …

Spring? Ice Out!

Daily writing promptWhat is your favorite type of weather?View all responses I had to laugh a bit at the weather when I peered out the window this morning. Snow. Mind you, only a bare covering. But the temperature outside makes walking to where my sap buckets hang a futile journey. It'll be too chilly for …

Cauldron Boil, and Cauldron Bubble…

Cauldron boil, and Cauldron bubble!

Mid-Watch

Why did I agree to come on this stupid cruise knowing that I'd catch the mid-watch?

Out, Out Damned Winter!

"Oh Lord, may we be truly grateful for what we are about to receive!"

New, Old and Redone

Daily writing promptWrite about your dream home.View all responses My "image" of people plotting a plan for a dream house is new construction. While I'm not so crazy about parts of my current home, I do like the lot and location. I have an Audubon sanctuary behind me, and part of the lot is lightly …

To Do List

I'd rather look forward to spring than turn my gaze to the covered garden or frozen pond