♠ Bald Cypress explode in color this season They labeled them "bald" for very good reason It's rakes and kids come out to play So the sweet pea garden can wear the cypress toupé.
When Cypress Go Bald: A Short Poem
♠ Bald Cypress explode in color this season They labeled them "bald" for very good reason It's rakes and kids come out to play So the sweet pea garden can wear the cypress toupé.
∞ Like you all, I'm thankful for a lot of things this time of year. Good health, a loving family, bountiful food are usually on everyone's short list. It's no different for mine. Going against the grain most days, I happen to be thankful for things that don't normally cross others' minds. Like adaptability: we … Continue reading Mulch – Giving Thanks
It's been more than three years. Thinking of Mom today with this re-post.
Nothing like a bit of cool weather to get us feeling like autumn again. Finally. Many of the trees on our property still cling to their leaves; no fall colors to see here unless you're counting mums and pansies. Our life, as usual this time of year, is fraught with activity. With the 1st-Nine-Week period … Continue reading Pumpkin Carving, Fall Garden Bloom
∞ Waste is rampant in America. It's a problem, I believe, of abundance coupled with busy-ness, resulting in big, big piles of trash. One day, we may be mining those landfills; natural resources are being used up faster than they can replenish. Some people are trash renegades. They not only do their part, but they … Continue reading Stealing Trash – A New High
The magnificent bur oak, mucho ginormous leaves, and giant grubs are what it's all about as summer transitions to fall.
If he doesn't want to eat, then let him starve.
Oh my gosh, what a great morning! It's about dang time, too. The bus schedule has been reliable three days straight. Kids are in the swing of it, getting themselves ready with minimal effort on my part. It's all about to change - the main road exiting our neighborhood will be closed temporarily for construction … Continue reading Alien Grub, Cushaw Stretches Its Arms
My philosophy on gardening -- of life in general -- using failures to help others make themselves better stewards of the soil. Better soil = better veggie garden.
Witness (via video) a matriarchal colony of 20 million bats/pups exit all-at-once for the night.