I should probably warn you that I'm about to share an intimate thing, but then again, if you've been reading this blog long enough, you know I don't shy away from over sharing the details of my life. Also, this post is over-illustrated with photos because it's too difficult to tell without them. Brace yourself. The Stairway to Heaven This story ...
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Picket Fences, Roses and Contentment
When we moved into our home twelve years ago, it was the Eyesore of the Neighborhood. Many of our new neighbors told us so. They didn't even blush when they said it. "Oh, you're the new family that moved into the Eyesore of the Neighborhood." (Okay, so maybe that wasn't a direct quote, but you get the idea.) The house had ...
Lessons from the Garden
My roses are blooming.All of them. All at once.And although they look very beautiful,and some are quite spectacular,they require my attention. Right now.And it feels like quite an overwhelming task. But I'll grab my pruning shears and go through each bush, dead-heading as I go. It's quite a big job when they're all going ...
Marta’s Birthday Month®
I know. Everyone else celebrates their birthDAY. And some clever folks even celebrate Birthday Week, which I did, too, until I said to myself, "Self, we should try to see if we can drag out this birthday celebration stuff for the entire month of May." No, I don't really talk to myself that way....or maybe I do, but that's not ...
The Sprinklers
We have an old house in an old peanut-butter-and-jelly neighborhood. Our neighbors tell us that before we moved in, this house was the Eyesore of the Neighborhood. (I know. Sad, but true. I'll dig up some "before" pictures of the house one day and blog about it.) Slowly and tenderly, for the past ten years, we have worked on This Old ...
