Weapons of Mass Destruction

Weapons of Mass Destruction

Mother Winter (she who should not be named at this point in March) had a harder time making up her mind about her choice in how to precipitate than my daughter had in choosing a prom dress.  First rain, then sleet, then hail then big, wet snow, just as my daughter...
“Let’s Grow!” 2018

“Let’s Grow!” 2018

Sometimes I refer to myself as a “Garden Evangelist.” It’s a fetching little nickname and it’s true because I’m on a quest to convert good folk to see the light and come on over to digging, planting and growing. But there’s more to this.  I believe, to my core, that...
Footloose and Footstools…

Footloose and Footstools…

Footloose and Footstools… Miss Parker, my fourth grade music teacher, was really cool. She sported tiny, oval-shaped, gold-rimmed glasses, had long, straight dark hair, and played acoustic guitar as accompaniment to our singing.  This was 1973, so it was all perfect....
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