Writing on the Deck

I'm sitting on the back deck writing this blog post. How sweet is that?! It's the first time this year I've been able to do so and—fingers crossed—there will be more opportunity to do the same next week. There is a herd of empty pots here with me, and my little pup, Murphy. Lettuce and

A Good, Good Friday

Never have I enjoyed a Good Friday church service as much as I did the one Gerry and I attended this morning. It's been three years since we sat in a church sanctuary with a group of, mostly unmasked, brothers and sisters in Christ and marked this Holy day by singing, listening to a word

A Busy, Chilly Morning

It’s mid-morning on a Monday. I’m just in from taking the dogs out in the backyard where it’s ridiculously cold for this time of year. The white frosty rooftops in the cul de sac first thing this morning looked more like those in December rather than April. I checked my weather app and am optimistic

Random Sunday Stuff

I'm just in from trimming back the lavender in the bed next to our front door. It's fragrant, even now, and the dose of aromatherapy paired with a reasonably nice afternoon was wonderful. Now I'm eyeing my new backyard vegetable garden and itching to get out there and toss some seeds in the ground. We're

Friday Afternoon

It's early Friday afternoon as I write this and, after a busy morning, I'm ready for a break. Seems like a good time to pop in and say "hello!". I've spent the morning working on Story Circle Network business--wrapping up the blog competition (winners will be announced next week) and getting ready for the poetry

Itching to Garden

There’s been little blip in the garden prep plans as Gerry nurses an injury, but we’ll get there. Today I’m going to experience the sweet aromatherapy of potting soil and start tomato and pepper seeds. My laundry room will morph into a plant room and will remain that way for the next few weeks. It’s

Can You Hear Us?

If you know me, you know I believe in the power of story. Allowing ourselves to be vulnerable enough to share our story makes us stronger and give us permission to own our truth and stand strong in it. Our stories can serve as catalysts for change when change is needed. Writing our stories enables

Spring At Last

It's a beautiful morning. The sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the robins have arrived. I stepped out on my deck to capture this image and was greeted by a chorus of birds welcoming the day (I hear them so much clearer now!). I listened and watched almost a dozen redbreasts, a pretty

Play Glenn Miller

I ran out of energy yesterday afternoon. I felt absolutely empty. Sometimes it happens, this feeling of being completely spent, and the only remedy is rest. Makiya and her friend were in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies, Gerry was downstairs booking hikes, and Laurinda was at work, so I settled in on the sofa

Waiting on the Fever

I wouldn't say I've got the fever yet, but I'm on the verge. Gerry's spent the past couple of days out in the backyard modifying and enlarging our garden space. Makiya was out there with him today, and will join the effort again tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile, I'm visualizing tucking tiny seeds into the ground and