The Cove at Rock Creek

I’m not going to lie. I’m kind of digging this slower life-style that I’ve had to become accustomed to while I get my leg fixed. No more crazy deadlines, being out half the night at the club, driving people places, rushing to the store or lessons. Just being me. Last Fall I got the chance…

Friday Funny: I Get Sad

Overheard: Whenever someone calls me ugly, I get super sad and hug them because I know life is really, really tough for the visually impaired.

My Mother’s Garden

I’m in Chittenango New York this week visiting my mother. Even at 70, her gardens are still some of the most beautiful gardens I’ve ever seen.

Garden: Spring is in the air

I have a lot of gardening to catch up on this Spring. Things to change, move, dig up and bury. I thought I’d share a few photos of what I found waiting for me in my own back yard. Spring is my favorite time of year because I haven’t killed anything yet.

My Kind of Dirty

I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it. George Bernard Shaw I did a crazy thing this week. I twittered Anne Lammott and asked her if she’s ever been so angry that she couldn’t write well and what does she do when that happens? That…

An Orgie of Art

There is nothing quite like having the house pretty much to yourself for three days to create art. Well, except for the aftermath. I spent most of last week creating center pieces for the LWML Fall Festival and my kitchen looks like an agricultural Holocaust took place. Plant droppings (wisps, seeds, and various fluff) are clinging to…

Thank God The Rabbit Died, That’s all I can say.

Don’t even think of “but it’s a dry heat”ing me. I don’t care. This isn’t hot, It’s oppressive. My son’s rabbit had a heat stroke earlier this summer, before it even got this bad. And sad as I am to see Oreo pass, I’m thinking it was a good thing. This is crazy!

Great Garden Finds

With the present onslaught of triple digits in Oklahoma, I thought I’d take a few moments to show off some of my Northern Friends Gardens. These ladies are super creative and have inspired me to continue on my quest for garden art. Enjoy.

Gammy’s Gardens

My mother is an artist and even though she has not picked up a brush since the day her father died, she still creates. Her artwork is evident in her quilts, and especially in her gardens. Gammy (as my boys call her) always seems happiest in her garden, and with results like these, who wouldn’t…

Hey Ma! Can I keep It?

I’m hiding in my room today. I actually have the flu, but I’m also hiding from my gardens. I had great plans to write about my fall gardens and the beautiful colors that are coming out. It is time to weed back my summer beds so that my fall mums can bloom. Unfortunately, I believe my mums are…