It was the beginning of June. I hadn’t visited my out-of-town daughter and her husband since March because of the pandemic. I pulled into their driveway and paused. I just had to stop and take a picture of something I noticed. I had waited almost three months to visit them. What was another few minutes?… Continue reading Lover of Clover!
Work is work! We often hear these words, usually spoken by disgruntled employees. Yet we can learn something from every job, can’t we? Let me tell you about two jobs from my youth. My first job was as a papergirl delivering The Wallaceburg Daily News. I was 10 at the time I applied for the… Continue reading First Jobs!
I’ve lived in my home for over twenty years but rarely spotted a cardinal in our yard. Things changed nearly four years ago . . . after Dad passed away. The day after Dad’s death, I could hear the sweet chirping of a bird as I mowed the backyard. It was louder than the noise… Continue reading For You, Dad!
I don’t believe Hell to be full of flames. Nope. Being a gardener, I think it’s full of slugs and snails. Don’t get me wrong. I try hard to love all of God’s creatures. But I think it would be easier for me to love some of them from afar. Like away from my garden!… Continue reading Little Garden Critters!
When I first began to rollerblade around the age of fifty, I had no fear. I loved to skate fast and feel a breeze around me. A couple of weeks after I acquired my new skates, I accompanied my hubby on his business trip to Chicago. Chicago boasts incredibly scenic lakefront trails. I set forth,… Continue reading Learning to Stop!
Every year in the early spring, I tackle the task of tidying the shed. I’m ruthless when it comes to deciding which flower pot, gardening tool, or piece of sports equipment to part with and which has permission to stay. This year was the same. I ended up filling a giant garbage bag and was… Continue reading Not Just a Trike!
While photographing the irises in my garden, I often thought of van Gogh. The great artist painted flowers—including irises—while in isolation at a monastery/asylum. He referred to painting as the lightning rod for his illness. And, likewise, photography and gardening have kept me grounded during this pandemic. Have you found your own lightning rod? Let… Continue reading Sanity Saved by Irises!
Blossoms on trees are a part of spring we all love. You may be surprised at how quickly they appear. And, should a severe storm take place–disappear! In the beginning, new growth on the apple tree’s branches burst forth. The leaves had been damaged from a hard-hitting frost. Four days later, buds were plentiful. Three… Continue reading Apple Blossoms!
Gardeners are odd people. According to non-gardeners, anyways. But, what do they know? Gardeners consider themselves driven, nature-loving and caring people. Let me give you an example or two. Non-gardeners will shake their heads like I’m indeed odd. Yet, I believe the gardeners will give me an understanding nod. About two weeks ago, I realized… Continue reading Because I’m A Gardener…
Let me tell you about my mother. If you could peek inside her room in the retirement home, you may see a senior, who looks much younger than her stated 93 years. You might feel sorry for her as she’s been in isolation for weeks because of the pandemic. She’s only recently been allowed out… Continue reading Through a Daughter’s Eyes