Vintage Romantic Author
I would have made an awesome cavewoman, having two things going for me: a genetic predisposition for longevity and amazing hunting and gathering ability. I’ve long equated shopping with hunting and gathering. I search. I find. I buy. I survive. This has been going on a long time. That mom who managed to find the …
My dad grew up farming. Here he is with his prize mule, Dan. Here he is as a toddler with his older brother, my Uncle Erv. Since there were only two boys in their family, they had to work hard. My dad dropped out of school at an early age. Even so, he could help …
As I reflect on our garden over the past year, as usual, there were highs and lows. I was appalled when a grasshopper ate most of my husband’s prized Chinese maple. Fortunately, the tree managed to replace at least some foliage and actually appears less “fried” than it usually does at the end of summer. …
I remember the good old days when infrequent sightings of rabbits in our neighborhood seemed quite charming. Those days are gone. Those scrawny, timid rabbits are gone, too. They’ve been replaced with chubby, bold marauders—the bane of my existence. The first battle was over our lawns—both front and back. Between the rabbits and the drought, …