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There is a sigh of relief that happens this time of year for people who like to garden. The temperatures warm up. The forecast looks favorable. The snow goes off the local mountains. It must mean it is time to plant. The fear of frost is deminished. Seeds and seedlings can be put in the… Continue reading Grounded.

Mr. E’s Mysteries

This is our husky. He is almost a year old. He has exuberance to spare. And mostly two modes. Full power or shut down. However, even in his shut down mode he is alert and a split second from full power. Even his shadow tells the tale. He has earned several nick names one being… Continue reading Mr. E’s Mysteries

Beverly House

Beverly House.As you know, from a previous post, I have a tiny garden. I start preparing for this year’s planting plan early. In January I purchased a tiny greenhouse for my tiny garden. I started planting seeds for my garden in February. My kitchen was the birth place for all the little sprouts. On a… Continue reading Beverly House

It’s Name is Beverly

I have this tiny garden. It is Spring. This is the start for the year. Brrrr. This is this gardens second year. Last year was a fun time. I planted tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, green beans, some petunias and a couple roses. A tea Rose named Beverly and a climber named Norwegian Queen. it wasn’t a… Continue reading It’s Name is Beverly

If I ever answer an unknown call..

it is humorous for me to start singing this if they are unwise enough not to responded timely.

Christmas Birds

The Man and the Birds Author UnknownAs told by Paul Harvey The man I’m going to tell you about was not a scrooge, he was a kind decent, mostly good man. Generous to his family and upright in his dealings with other men. But he just didn’t believe in all of that incarnation stuff that… Continue reading Christmas Birds

Favorite Poem

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the… Continue reading Favorite Poem

“One Wintry Night” by Ruth Bell Graham

Christmas is Near.

This was written several years ago. Thought I would/should post it to this blog. Things still hold true. Hoping all have a Blessed Christmas. Celebrating Our Savior’s Birth. Holding fast to what He has done for us all. At our house some traditions start early in the month of December. At my childhood home and… Continue reading Christmas is Near.