It’s been a beat or two since I posted anything here. It’s not for lack of writing. I just haven’t liked anything I’ve written well enough to post it. So it goes.
It’s all just a phase.
Category: Miss Daisy Mae
Gardening and lessons learned.
It’s been a weird gardening year. Winter was so non-existent that I went ahead and started putting my spring peas and lettuces in the ground in early February. Then after a warm, dry March and April, May was so cool that my summer garden went in late, with my cucumbers not going in until mid-June. I didn’t fully transition my spring to summer garden until the last week of July, as I finally ripped out the last of the kale and planted field peas. And since I was out there planting, I went ahead and put some seeds in for a fall garden because, why not? If it’s going to be all topsy turvy, might as well go for broke, right?
My latest reinvention.
It’s been over a year since we started empty nesting. I have spent the better part of that year resisting the urge to ‘blow it all up’ – I’m not really even sure what I mean by that to be honest. It just seemed that if menopause was going to kick into high gear as our one and only child went off to college, shifting the dynamic of everything at home, in the midst of a global pandemic that
has reshuffled numerous norms in the world, why not change as many things as I possibly could?
The (Mis)Adventures of Daisy.
When we brought Daisy home so quickly after losing Betsy beagle, we did not want Daisy to be seen as a replacement dog. After all, Betsy was the unofficial mayor of the neighborhood and there’s no replacing a dog like that. Besides, Daisy’s personality is not nearly as big as Betsy’s was. We knew she’d figure out a way to make herself known–little did we know that she would do so in a front-page manner, nor quite so quickly.
Continue readingIntroducing…..Daisy.
It’s been six weeks since we brought Daisy home. I’d love to write a glowing essay about how well she’s settling in, but the truth is, there have been a lot of stops and starts. Progress is made but for every step forward, there’s several back. We know this is par for the course with rescue dogs, that with time, patience and love, she’ll come out of her shell, but in the meantime, it’s like having a newborn.
We’re Going on a Bear Hunt.
For two years now, I’ve had a heck of a time keeping the days of the week straight. Like, what do you mean it’s only Tuesday? How is this not Thursday? Even starting a new job and my favorite yoga class going back to being in-person hasn’t helped shake that Groundhog Day feeling off that I’ve had since everything shut down and all the days started running together.
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Chicken Wire & Paper Flowers 