Tag: Gardening

  • The Garden that Came with a House

    The Garden that Came with a House

    When I arrived in Maine to view the house I’d found while sifting through properties on the Internet, I already knew it came with a good sized yard. That was the most important piece of criteria outside of being able to walk to town. I wanted enough of a yard to plant a good sized […]

  • Loving magazines & Martha Stewart

    A few people around Bloggsville have been going through their magazines for a variety of reasons. No, don’t run and hide. It’s not another meme. But I’m always fascinated when people are on the same wavelength — especially if it isn’t meme driven. I’ve been thinking about magazines quite a bit because I’ve gotten to […]

  • Go ahead.  Lock me up.

    Go ahead. Lock me up.

    I spent half of yesterday thinking it was today. Pathetic.  Does that mean I’m wishing my life away, that I’m becoming forgetful, or that time flies when I’m having so much fun I can hardly see straight? I vote for the last one. So much loveliness. I could be under house arrest and be thoroughly […]

  • Macro Views: Avoidance

    I have no energy today. No “get up and go.” It all got up and went. I’m not sure what has sucked it out of me, but I’m non-existent. Evaporated. When I’m like this, I struggle to find humor in anything. I’m flat. Everything feels heavy and in need of microanalysis. Things that shouldn’t matter, […]

  • Comfort Food and Snail Orgies

    He arrived home last night in good spirits after a few days of reciprocity with his cousin, microscopic military figurines in hand, battle rule books, and two bags of stiff, muddy clothes which were casualties of a serious paint ball massacre at the OK Corral.  I got to hear about the whole thing. “No blind […]

  • Grey days and Flying Snails

    Grey days and Flying Snails

      I’d forgotten how peaceful it is on grey days in Paradise. I used to love this weather when I was working because it was cool, and I could wear sweaters and jackets that helped me dupe myself into thinking I looked thin, or perhaps, thinner. Warm, sunny days meant no jacket and blouses whose […]