A backyard vegetable garden is a thing to behold! Fluttering in the breeze, its growing leaves coloring the ground in shades of green and purple, red, yellow and orange. It is promise of tastes to come — a thing of … Continue reading
Here is how I walk: left leg, right leg, heel-toe, heel-toe, arms swinging front-to-back, hips swinging side-to-side. I pay attention to the business of my legs, how my feet strike the ground, the sturdiness of my ankles, the alignment of … Continue reading
Because you are a two year-old, your legs and arms and milky kisses still stick out like parentheses from your frog-like middle. You count things and sing Twinkle, Twinkle, over and over. You know the moon. You are an entire … Continue reading
Sisters — we are generous. We place our arms around the shoulders of each other. At every opportunity, we nuzzle down into each other’s neck and pull our scents into our respective hearts. We’re meant to be wild with our … Continue reading
The days are short and the shopping list is long. But thanks to a dear and lovely friend for pointing me to this, I pass along the acapella musings of Straight No Chaser as today’s smile-inducing offering, thus relieving me … Continue reading
For years, it’s been tradition at our Christmas table to set one empty place setting. It started when the children were little and we wanted to find a visible way to express that the day signified more than a red-suited … Continue reading
I don’t know when we added the “Miss” onto Scarlett’s name. It just seemed fitting and, when once used, it stuck forever. Miss Scarlett. She’s always been a beauty, so perhaps that’s why adding the distinction of her station seemed … Continue reading
Let’s not think about it yet … that coming New Year when we’re obligated to make resolutions based on what we’ve learned from the previous year. Let’s instead sip another Caramel Macchiato Latte thingy that fusses with our blood sugar … Continue reading
These high-schoolers say it all. Happy Weekend, Bloggybirderderers
It’s quiet now. Everything that has defined this day with its bumping and laughing and chattering and squeaking seems to have settled for the night. This is the time – just before sleep takes over – when I think about … Continue reading