East of the Sun…

East of the Sun…

Diana Krall, a jazz musician I like, sings a song of this title. It opens like this: “East of the sun and west of the moon We’ll build a dream house of love, dear Close to the sun in the day Near to the moon at night We’ll live in a lovely way, dear Sharing our love...
Quittin’ Time…

Quittin’ Time…

It started about fifteen years ago; I became religious about a 3pm quitting time. I had to do it because once the garden season came on, I was out like a shot to get as much done as possible in one day, working from sun up to sun down. This after spending months...
It’s Official….

It’s Official….

Norton, the new dog next door, has killed four squirrels since he moved in. This, I learned from our new neighbor. The neighborhood squirrel population might be reduced by  .00005 percent. In addition to squirrel patrol, Norton tries awfully hard to get Katie’s...
Et tu, Brute…

Et tu, Brute…

Et tu, Brute…. This is about betrayal. In the garden. Way back in high school, I had Latin class for three years. I had no idea of course that Latin would serve me so well: learning plant botanical names was way down the road but because of my Latin studies I had a...
The Grass is Greener…

The Grass is Greener…

Fred called the other day to say that he was worried about the coming cold temperatures and asked if he should cover his Paper Bush. We were lucky in that there was a bit of wind, which prevented frost from settling on buds and flowers. However, Fred also said he...
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