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.
House and Garden
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.
California Clay: Oozing, Writhing, Glistening Art. Now at the Bedford Gallery
Bedford Gallery’s “California Clay” show, where ceramic art forgets to look like art and chooses instead to ooze, glisten, drip and writhe. Read more.
Widowed: A Bathroom for One
My husband isn’t here to take care of me. I’m taking care of me now. I’m widowed and I’m treating myself to a bathroom for one. Read more.