Well hello everyone. Coming up on 3 weeks before our blue dry summer’s longest day, it’s my favorite time of year in Northern California.
That’s my rose bed. To say I have a white rose garden sounds so English, so glamourous, so artistic. In truth, I have a raised
I’ve been gardening a lot lately. By which I mean I’ve been doing everything from mowing my front lawn to weeding paths to conversing with
I have been asked several times, recently, for a post on how I maintain my shape. I’ve written about it before, tongue-in-cheek, in 11 Sneaky
Today is Flowers In The House day. Jane, at Small But Charming, is a florist, and today she and her buddies post photos of their
I love working in the city. People walking on sidewalks, glimpses of sky between buildings, so many odd conversations. One morning I listened to a
(If anyone’s wondering why on earth I am posting twice in one day, chalk it up to wanting to hang out with online friends. Or
The California garden’s on the downswing, gang. White roses pinken, and brown. Pinken is a word. We say so. Lavender drops its little petals. Rose
I love the 4th of July. My patriotism unfurls, no politics in sight. So let’s hear it for the red. The white. and the blue.
Jane, over at Small But Charming, runs a little blog moment called, “Flowers in the House.” Many florists and talented people bring flowers inside and
I’ve had lots of opportunities to be a grownup this week. I rose to some of them. Not all. It does get easier, grownuphood. I
I love my garden. Technically, garden[s] plural, I suppose, as there’s one in the front yard and one in the back. I’ve owned this house
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