Just before the flurries fell yesterday, the spring bulbs were planted in the ground – finally. Winter is here and a stubborn sense of optimism compels me to pack the cold soil with these precious little nuggets. This defies “common sense”. And the same could be said about writing a letter: putting pen to paper, sealing it … More snail mail and spring bulbs…
Making drama and theatre, the golden larch trees sway and swirl to the high winds. Cedar and pine trees recede to the background. I remember this happening, it was two years ago. I wonder if the trees are still standing?
Testing one possible word…
Getting my digits “limber” for a winter season of making embroidery, I’ll usually start with stitching in cursive script before tackling more challenging landscapes. And if there ever was a sure-fire way to cement a friendship, it is a shared meal, breaking bread together.
My community garden plot is nestled in the west end of the city. This is a space I use to test ornamental plant hardiness. Gardens surrounding my small plot boast a mind-bending assortment of food, cucumbers, corn, herbs, garlic and of course, tomatoes. The size of the garden plots vary but in general, they are … More Community Garden
Her name is Truffle and her snout is wet.
She saw yew and gasped out loud*. Yew are really not much of a showstopper. Yew go unnoticed and fade into the backdrop. Yew are a dark green shrub and work in silence. Yew make the bones of the exterior space. Yew are the foundation, a foil to contain the seasonal sparklers. Your low-key profile and upright stature … More Hey Yew! You!