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  • The Sweet Spot

    I purchased a candle that you’d normally buy in the fall/winter and have it lit nearby. I’m not rushing the season, but smelling it’s fall like scent certainly takes the edge off the outdoor temps climbing well into the 100’s… Continue reading

    The Sweet Spot
  • The Chosen Few

    While making the first pour of the Chemex, I can still hear her sarcastic remark and it makes me chuckle. My daughter and I are the same kind of crazy. She taught me how to make a Chemex and I… Continue reading

    The Chosen Few
  • My Life is a Meme

    Yes…Thank you. 💜 Continue reading

  • Worth the Price

    After posting An Outdoor Room, your comments got me thinking about an outdoor chair, so I’ve been looking and found one, but then got my feelings hurt a little bit. I’ve been looking at this outdoor chair for over a… Continue reading

    Worth the Price
  • Rest Our Wings

    The female Cardinal arrived at the same spot in front of the window and fluttered there in mid air looking for what was no longer there. I spent time recently repotting some plants and this hanging basket was one of… Continue reading

    Rest Our Wings
  • Oh My Gosh

    I stopped ordering from Amazon more than year ago. The quality of their product had dropped way below the bar and being an alcoholic in sobriety, I didn’t need help feeding that sleeping beast of ‘I want it now.’ I… Continue reading

    Oh My Gosh
  • An Outdoor Room

    Saturday morning, I stepped outside to check and see how everything is doing. Earlier this week, a hanging basket holding a huge Boston Fern broke and landed at my feet while I was watering it. That startled me into the… Continue reading

    An Outdoor Room
  • No More Flies

    I was surprised to be entrusted with this, but they see me taking care of plants outdoors, so assumed I’d know how to attend to them indoors. Those are two totally different beasts, but last Winter I practiced taking care… Continue reading

    No More Flies
  • That Was You

    When I first started writing publicly about him it was under the pen name Hercules. When I told him this he replied, “Barbara. It’s from thinking I was Hercules my whole life that I’m in the shape I’m in today.”… Continue reading

    That Was You
  • A Forever Fan

    I became a forever fan from a subscription given to me one Christmas. It lasted for six months, so once a month I’d retrieve a bag of their coffee beans from my mailbox and squeal with delight every, single, time.… Continue reading

    A Forever Fan
  • The Good Dirt

    No purchase gets me more excited than buying a good bag of dirt. The bag of dirt purchased in March reveals how little has been planted because it’s half full. A new garden center opened at the opposite end of… Continue reading

    The Good Dirt
  • A New Day

    The crashing thunder jolted me out of a deep sleep. It was 4am and I wasn’t expecting a storm, but it had definitely arrived and was making it’s presence known. I crawled out from under the covers, lifted my writing… Continue reading

    A New Day