Dried lambs ears and lavender, my herbal version of a smudge stick. I experimented last summer with making these. I used a lot of the lamb’s ear in place of white sage, which is traditionally used in smudge sticks, we do not, however, grow that here. Lavender and rosemary and roses …
What a week – you too? Highs and lows and I’m not just talking about the weather. This week in our neck of the woods we had an earthquake, flooding rains, high winds, gloriously warm temperatures followed by plummeting temperatures.
I wanted to be an official ambassador for the program Growing Kindness, but sadly I missed the deadline. So why not start my own local project.
On the other side of the once clean kitchen window. I snap a few photos. The window was nicely cleaned recently by Mr. Red Dirt. These little critters have dirtied it up with their cute little paws and their nudging little noses. My daily entertainment.
A brilliant sky, pink with swirls of blue and purple if only for a moment, long enough for me to take just a few photos and then it was gone. That’s how the morning started yesterday. Sleet and freezing rain with just a bit of snow fell briefly. I find time to write now because …
Are you too experiencing these crazy mild temperatures? I can not lie, I am doing a happy dance. There was winter weather this week in the surrounding counties and even parts of ours, but it circled around our little piece of red dirt, and left us with cold rain and just a few flakes. Today …
Well hello, 2020 – are y’all ready for the new roaring ’20s? We didn’t roar, we quietly ushered in the new decade, Mr. Red Dirt and I. We worked together to create a lovely, not so little dinner for the two of us which consisted of steak, lobster, shrimp, baked potato and salad. The fancy …
I had this dream last night, I was traveling around the world seeing beautiful amazing places. I was quite moved by everything I was experiencing and wanted to take photos, I kept pressing the button but my camera wouldn’t respond.
I had come across his path several times recently, on my way to the farm stand or the vegetable garden. On this particular occasion, our eyes locked and we each stood our ground. Finally, I asked him what his name is and he replied “Noble.” I had no reason not to believe this was truth.
