This garden mat has been a staple for years. I don’t recall where I got it or when but have had it seemingly forever. Yesterday, yet again, I sat on this mat on my hillside pruning lavender. My hillside is … Continue reading →
On our walk yesterday, Alira, my Sheltie, and I met a woman and her young daughter visiting from Orlando. Mom asked, “Where are you from?” I replied, “I live here.” She looked surprised and the daughter raised her head momentarily … Continue reading →
I am taking a fabulous memoir writing course with Marilyn Bousquin. One of our exercises was exploring our inner critic. I know an inner critic is inherent with being human, although must admit wishing we could bypass that reality. Here … Continue reading →
