I was a gardener long before I became a writer, and it's still one of my passions. It's why you haven't heard much from me lately--when the nice weather beckons me to the garden, I go. Last year, I wrote about the deer that wreaked havoc on all my hard work (in the garden, not… Continue reading Gardener, writer, writer, gardener, not always in the same order.
This year, for better or for worse, social media, the airwaves, and maybe even the pulpit will be full of everyone's take on the fact that Easter falls on April Fool's Day. I have nothing unique or clever to add, so I'll keep this post simple. Last year, I was feeling blue about Easter; you… Continue reading No foolin’ this year.
Happy Spring! I don't know about you, but at my house, it looks nothing like spring. We still have a good foot of snow on the lawn, with a pile of plowed snow at the end of the driveway at least four feet tall. We also have that glorious late afternoon sun that shines until past… Continue reading Spring cocooning.
I posted the story below last March. All that's changed this St. Patrick's Day is that my sons are a year older, and I guess that means I am, too. It's a little late in the day for the morning tradition I describe, but never too late to enjoy a good story. I got a… Continue reading Green milk and a pot o’ gold.