I don't know what it is about the month of May that gets me right in the heartstrings? I love spring, but I also have many mixed memories to contend with that are like ink etched in my brain, in photos on my phone or on an SD card in my camera, or in lease… Continue reading The empty nest mom behind the camera
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
When you’re stumped, get busy.
Man o' man, I love it when I get busy working on something that stumped me and prevented me from getting going, and I get it done. I love it, even more, when Mr. does just that and he accomplishes the task he set out to do all in one day. Today, I was stumped… Continue reading When you’re stumped, get busy.
Oh, please, it’s just a (weather) tease
In my over-excitement to get my gardens ready for the summer, I almost neglected to pay attention to the calendar. And my memories of the springs where I've been teased to believe it was safe to plant flowers and then it froze. Froze hard. And they all died an early season's death. Not this year,… Continue reading Oh, please, it’s just a (weather) tease
A gardening revival
Today, I woke refreshed but achy. It's a beautiful morning. The sun is shining and the neighbor is already working. I'll blur that thought out of my mind. Instead, it's better to enjoy the fact I can capture tiny dew drops on the grass. Oh, my, I've missed seeing them over the winter months. Welcome… Continue reading A gardening revival
I wonder – a short letter to self
Some days I wonder if I've exhausted all ideas to write about for my blog. I know that's not the case, but I still wonder. Today's prompt from Linda Hill's Stream of Consciousness Saturday is "letter". I wrote a blog post last fall about snail mail. It was back when I hadn't figured out ping-backs… Continue reading I wonder – a short letter to self
A pup’s wild spring adventure
It's hard to contain the excitement I feel with the arrival of spring. I can once again wander outside in the yard, all wild and free-like. I love to observe the revival of the yard as the winds of spring and clouds in the sky tide to and fro. You can observe a lot by watching.… Continue reading A pup’s wild spring adventure