Throwing Teacups On The Floor, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:30am
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’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
Right about now, we could all use an unexpected helper. This coleus, in situ on my front porch since September, has appreciated neither winter nor
I always feel that for me, taking pictures of flowers without much photographic skill is cheating. Too easy to get to pretty. High WASPs are
It’s Labor Day in the United States. But it’s also Fashion Week. I change the flowers on my front porch, for holidays. This year it
The Hostess of the Humble Bungalow started it. She posted her kitchen sink view here. Then Mette joined in, from Finland, here. How much time
It’s the 4th of July, and the United States of America celebrates its national holiday. This morning, tea in a travel mug, I planted our
High WASPs are quite fond of roses. All that Anglo-identification, as it were. That said, we’re fairly specific in our preferences. On the one hand,
I’m not one for door wreaths, except at Christmas. Evergreens tied with red plaid bows, and a discreet juniper berry here and there. That said,
I have a question. If it’s December, and it is, as the lone leaf and wintry sky below should prove, why is my rose bush
Rudbeckia, coryx, coleus, alyssum Here’s to the work ethic. And days off. Hope everyone, American or not, has had a wonderful weekend. Previously: 4th of
1. Buy an organic seedling at your locally-owned nursery. You approve of capitalism, but prefer not to ravage the planet with the chemicals of agribusiness.
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