How could I have wasted the longest day of the year by being tired? The first day of summer has come and gone. And I went to bed at 7 pm. Say, what?! Shocking, I know. I should be ashamed. Just zip your lips... And hear me out... All I've got to show for the… Continue reading How to leave the day on a wise note
Tag: Gardening
But is that socially acceptable to blog about that?
I'm here to butt into your day and share/talk about a series of buts/butts I have thoughts on about my blog. I am often protective of my thoughts about what to share or not on my blog, especially over other social media sites. I've read that's a way to build your audience. Share over multiple… Continue reading But is that socially acceptable to blog about that?
Soft whispers of an iris as it opens up in my garden
The soft whispers of my garden during the early morning sunrise warms my heart. Even if I only have one color of irises (aka, this burnt rusty purplish color) in all of my garden beds, I'm still in awe at the beauty of this species of bearded irises. Their delicate style crest and falls... Their… Continue reading Soft whispers of an iris as it opens up in my garden
The wild edges of my little ol’ yard
It was a chilly 44 degrees this morning. Me and my wild-a** morning hair, my camera, and a little ol' pup with a nose for adventure, headed out to see if the plants survived the chill of the night. The irises haven't bloomed yet. My hand wasn't as steady as I hoped, but I did… Continue reading The wild edges of my little ol’ yard
Why, oh, why do I try?
So WordPress changed things again. And made a terrible mess of a post that I tried to write in the new editor. So I just deleted instead of trying to save it. It was such a nice post - but spell checker had screwed up perineal for perennial - YOWZERS! That's an embarrassing effort moment… Continue reading Why, oh, why do I try?
Shred your thoughts and you’ll fill a box
Yesterday, while contemplating my weekend MIA mode, which caused my to-do list to remain untouched, I set out to get something done. The wheels in my head were spinning out of control - feeling the shame of my Type A personality, strangling my ability to think straight. I've got so much to do, where or… Continue reading Shred your thoughts and you’ll fill a box