I’m not going to rant about the election results. The world doesn’t need another angry argument. I’m going to write about my garden. Or try to. Read more.
House and Garden
Let Me Tell You About My Daisies — And My Ankles
Let me tell you about my daisies. Fresh and perky last week, they had faded and shriveled when I wasn’t looking. Read more.
For the Kids: An Obstacle Course — Or a Fairy Circle?
I tugged and dragged and rolled the old logs onto the terrace and made them into an obstacle course. Or was it a fairy circle? Read more.
Widowed: Jon’s Memorial Tree Is Thriving — Both of Them
The memorial tree planted in my husband’s honor is thriving — both of them. Madrones are fussy, so we planted two to be on the safe side. Read more.
That Old Tub-Shower Has Got to Go
That old tub-shower has got to go. A stall shower will be much safer. No quartz for me, though. I’m going for colorful tile and a 1950s vibe. Read more.
It’s Spring and My Garden Looks Dreadful. Here’s Why
My garden looks dreadful. Here’s why. My plants won’t cooperate. The iris wants to be an iris. The azalea, an azalea. The poppy, a poppy. Read more.
Not Dead Yet. That Feral Plum Tree Lives On
The old plum tree lying on its side was a messy scramble of black and useless branches. But it was not dead yet. Read more.