It has been dry here in Wisconsin. The grass has gone dormant and the cornfield is curling up into itself. Everything seems to be craving water. With the drought, it is a possibility that I have become a water whisperer. Okay, maybe just a self-proclaimed one, but I'm thinking it is so. Thankfully, my flowers… Continue reading How I became a water whisperer
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Solitude from a dog’s perspective
Me: Hey Copper...Whatsup, whatcha thinking about? Copper: Oh, I was just thinking about earlier, when I was outside the fence, over there. Copper: Remember, while you were watering your flowers, I was busy sniffing stuff... and then you caught my attention...but, I was slow to respond. Copper: Then I finally heard you say my name.… Continue reading Solitude from a dog’s perspective
First month of empty nest – Success
With the onset of settling into an empty nest, I find the ability to keep track of time is more difficult. Each day blends into the next because there isn't the need to schedule around what the kids have going on or when they'll be here to visit. Today is the last day of June… Continue reading First month of empty nest – Success
Where friends and flowers meet
We met years ago when our two youngest daughters were in grade school together. Her quick to laughter moments and her quirky sense of humor both struck me immediately, and I was impressed. I just knew we could be friends. One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be… Continue reading Where friends and flowers meet
How to appreciate flowers in black & white
I'm a fan of black and white photography, really I am. But, I adore colors. I also adore flowers. The more vibrant the better. I often wonder if flowers can look as appealing in black and white as they look to be in color? I set out to see for myself. My flower beds are… Continue reading How to appreciate flowers in black & white
My spring memory garden
If she were here today, I'd ask her to join me in a cup of coffee, no froth on our cups either, we loved to drink it black. We'd sit together and laugh, and catch up, and share what was new in our lives. Mom had an opinion to share, a quirk to chuckle about, or… Continue reading My spring memory garden