Yesterday, over a couple of heated cups of coffee, brainstorming happened for the Mr. and me as we discussed our current stages of the work in progress. The discussion was a slightly scary kind of one, ultimately determining who's the boss of this project, me, or Mr., or the countertop. We were just a couple… Continue reading It’ll fit, won’t it?
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The Low Down of My Garden
As a hobby photographer, this summer, I've been sharing with you the beauty of my garden, especially all of my flowers. And an occasional bug. But I haven't shared things that rhyme with bug. Until today! I missed showing you that along the fence wall by my garden beds, I have this small container bed. … Continue reading The Low Down of My Garden
Why yes, Black-Eyed Susans look like buttons to me
Let's take a Sunday Stills stroll, by taking a break with me to wander virtually through my Black-eyed Susan flower bed that is bursting with yellow splashes of joy. I'm glad Merriam-Webster agrees with me, a bud can be called a button. A quick Google check around the world and it appears according to the… Continue reading Why yes, Black-Eyed Susans look like buttons to me
A dreamy morning
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. - J. B. Priestley When I see the glow of a red sun hidden behind the trees, I know I just have to grab the camera… Continue reading A dreamy morning
Those summer skies
In Wisconsin, when our temps outside hit the 90-degree mark, it is not a dry type of heat. Nope, it is hot and humid. Fog rolls across our fields with the sunrise. And when it heats up too much, we tend to head back inside to cool off in the air conditioning. I've been waiting… Continue reading Those summer skies
A welcome trail to and from the empty nest
In one month I've had the opportunity to see both of our daughters. As they came and went, I thought back to when they were just little tikes that needed their parents. They've grown quickly and that time in life now seems so far off. A well-loved and somewhat distant memory. I didn't get to… Continue reading A welcome trail to and from the empty nest