It is with great sadness that I must inform the world, I am unable to partake in this lovely staple for the next several weeks. Bummer. Whine. Pout.I am deprived. For my own sake, and that of those who come near, I must focus upon the fresh vegetables and fruits of the season with all… Continue reading Deprive~
If we were having coffee, I would introduce myself first. Hopefully, without fumbling an embarrassing beginning. You see, I am one of those shy, introvert types that does not often seek out others. Not on purpose. Usually. This has caused problems in my life, I suppose. Although, traveling for the chairlift (ski)-building company while raising… Continue reading If we were having coffee on a summer eve~
Writing has been my passion since I was in the first grade, which is nothing quite unusual. Many writers say this, or something quite similar. I can’t speak for them, but the dance of thought to words is painfully exhilarating…..and addictive…for me. Not quite the same when it comes to gardens. I grew up in… Continue reading A writer’s cottage garden~
If we were having coffee, I would have to apologize. The shop is closed, after all…it is past 10 pm for cryingoutloud. We would settle on my screened front porch with DECAF…and perhaps have it over ice (it is still hot outside…and the house is unbearably stuffy). Then, I would ask you a rather curious question.… Continue reading If we were having Coffee~
Mornings in the summer….can there be anything better? oh, wait…perhaps, evenings in the summer might have to be considered in equal measure. Here in my part of the Rockies, we are finally seeing high 80’s in our days, still often with a storm in the afternoon. It is a perfect arrangement for me. BECAUSE, this… Continue reading Mornings on the Porch~
It is unfair to feel lonesome when the weather finally turns so flippin’ lovely. It does not help that my love of writing seems to have become absent in the desire bucket. It is dreadful when this happens, because then I get to add on that delightful bit of guilt to the already burdened soul. I… Continue reading Filling the bucket~
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