We’ve all been there. Strawberry season is almost here. The fresh berries will be ready in a week or two. You can hardly wait. Visions of fresh berries and ice cream, shortcake, and just plain fresh berries dance in your head. Then, those evil grocery stores start putting out the …
Last week, around this time, I wrote that Goose had brought me home a beautiful Asiatic Lily and that, in planting that …
Goose is a very, very wise man. Not only does he make space ships fly (well, OK, not space ships, Blackberries, and …
For breakfast, 5 mornings a week, Goose has granola and groady yogourt. I pack it in his lunch, and he gnashes at …
Ah, leftovers. Love ’em, hate ’em, live on ’em. They are inevitable. The other night, we had a leftover steak. A rib …
Ah, paint and small people. The two go together like peanut butter and jelly (at least before nut allergies took over the …
It’s hard to believe it right now, but pretty soon, my garden will be overflowing with produce. Chief amongst the culprits will …
I’m pretty sure baseball season has started. I think I heard that on the radio the other day. Our house avidly follows …
>I don’t get morning people. Never have, never will. My daughter is a morning person. I hope this will have no bearing …
In the blogger world, there is now something called Wordless Wednesday. The idea is that bloggers can post an intriguing photo on …
