All My Roses Die Differently, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:30am
All my roses die differently. I have, I am counting in my mind, six cultivars. My one tea rose, Honor, it’s called, holds on with
All my roses die differently. I have, I am counting in my mind, six cultivars. My one tea rose, Honor, it’s called, holds on with
Starting back after a break reminds me of those movies scenes. You know the ones? A youth, or a grumpy old man, removes the dust
Well hi my friends. I’m going to take a couple weeks off from posting. I’ll be back in early August. This is not really a
Sunglasses/Tee/Jeans (similar)/Shoes/Bracelet (mine is smaller, with a white gold hamsa charm)/Existential Panic (similar) Some days in this pandemic I still wake up fragile. I hope
In years past, I’ve marked July 4th several ways here on Privilege. Above, with red, white and blue (OK, fine, a little yellow too) plantings.
It appears, nationally, that we’re in for a long, hard summer. If you are in any of the places suffering in what we now call
As the world has both stood still and erupted on its axis, my garden has kept going. Persistent little noodge. In the long view, several
Let’s do lifestyle, yes? I love these denim tie-waist pants. Seems like the perfect option for the loose seat I prefer, but, fashion. Currently sold
Hello, dear friends. I write to you, ruefully shaking my head at the universe and my bandaged finger. Last night I closed a door
It’s a tough day. I am not able to write without reference to what’s happening in America. A man died. A Black man died after
All I want to wear these days are sweatpants, tees, sweatshirts. Enormous caveat, they have to contain a large percentage of cotton and they have
I do not remember exactly when I planted my white roses. This is the first post I could find on the blog, but given the
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