In one blurry week, BOOM, winter has tossed its hat over to spring, and here we are ready to mow the lawn. We, as in Mr., not me and the cats. We/He wears the lawnmowing crew hat well. The first time I drove it, I almost rolled it and ran over a tree. Needless to… Continue reading Mad Hatter Thoughts On Spring Things That Matter
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Finding Inspiration in Rabbits, Birds, Glasses, and Guitar Lessons
I heard an excellent tip if you're a musician or a writer yesterday. I want to tell you about it, but first, a recap of the little happenings going on around our empty nest. First, the snow is mostly gone. YAY! It came and went several times again this week, along with cooler temps. Today… Continue reading Finding Inspiration in Rabbits, Birds, Glasses, and Guitar Lessons
The Yellow Budded Crime Scene
As far as I can tell, it was a near-death experience for some of my flowers. Here I thought it was going to be the first frost that'd do them in. But, nope. Instead, it was a villain much worse than Jack Frost. Some flowers have survived, while others didn't. First, I noticed the criminals… Continue reading The Yellow Budded Crime Scene
Bunnies know greener grass eating is better
Another successful week packed with new memories and some unpacked old memories too. All of them written on my heart's new chapter in life now that brain-fog doesn't get me on a daily basis. For 7 years I cared for my mom who had dementia. But you know what, I don't have to remind you… Continue reading Bunnies know greener grass eating is better
A pheasant kind of morning
While I was at Kamp Kenwood yesterday, I watched the guests enjoy their pontoon cruises around the lake, etc. It was a wonderful day. I'll tell you more about that later... Back home, Mr. said we had some excitement that I want to share with you instead. Mr. said we had a new arrival to… Continue reading A pheasant kind of morning
A Two-minute post
Can I share a two-minute post with you? A short post. Not related at all to George Orwell, by the way. A short post, by me...just little ol' me, who tends to ramble? Can I do it? The clock is ticking... Meanwhile, at the trail cam...every day, we can see my main man (aka, Mr.)… Continue reading A Two-minute post