I don't want to scare you, but in case you didn't notice it, winter is on its blustery way. At least, in Wisconsin, where I live it is. I can feel it in the air. Boo Hoo? Some days, the thought of winter coming just makes me want to cry. And then we get a… Continue reading Boo Hiss, Deer, Winter’s On Its Way
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
My green thumb experiments
All hands on deck for the reveal of my green thumb experiments. Whatever they may be - I'll make them fit into our pal Linda Hill's prompt. She gave us a strange prompt this week. Today is all about body parts. I'm taking the liberty to ramble about body parts in cats, plants, and yours… Continue reading My green thumb experiments
If only my ghost blogger would sleep
If only my ghost blogger would just sleep. It shows up and writes a blog post in the middle of the night. Every night. If it would sleep then I wouldn't have to remember all the crazy things I should write about the next morning. You know the clever stuff - to knock your sheets… Continue reading If only my ghost blogger would sleep
How I Adjust the Lid on My Blogging Efforts
There are many blogging rules that I've broken over the years. I've done so on purpose. As a test. Lately, I've put a serious lid on the words I write and share. I'm afraid of what might happen if I let some of them out. So I wait. Wait? Why in the world would I… Continue reading How I Adjust the Lid on My Blogging Efforts
Our Best Anniversary No Pants Story Ever Told
Hello, there, welcome to my blog. How are you today? I'm so glad you've stopped by to share some time with me and my fellow blogging friends. If this is your first time here, let me fill you in on the simple blogging recipe I use in each stream of consciousness post I expose. I… Continue reading Our Best Anniversary No Pants Story Ever Told
The Yellow Budded Crime Scene
As far as I can tell, it was a near-death experience for some of my flowers. Here I thought it was going to be the first frost that'd do them in. But, nope. Instead, it was a villain much worse than Jack Frost. Some flowers have survived, while others didn't. First, I noticed the criminals… Continue reading The Yellow Budded Crime Scene