When the leaves begin to turn in the Fall in 2008, I will be sending my third boy to first grade. Full-day, for the first time in our lives. Gone will be the long hours of play on the floor with his younger brother as they build their wooden train set. Gone will be the [...]
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A story to pass on to the Grandchildren: So, Daddy was driving down an old country road, driving about 60 mph, (minus 55), and Mommy was looking out the window, and she yelled, “Stop, I see one!” Once the car stops, she jumps out of the car to retrieve her treasure. You can’t see it? [...]
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I tend to wrap myself so tight around decisions, trying my best to foresee every possible outcome of each side of the issue. This, of course, leads to paralysis… or indecisiveness. I look hard, I pray, I meditate, I think. Less than I should, I talk to other people. Even though talking seems to help [...]
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It’s craft time, I say! trace his body on paper. This is not enough. I pull out the stuff; every Mother’s worst nightmare; glittery sprinkles. It’s OK, I think, We’ll be outside! No messes. Friends, I am so calm. What is the big deal when they cover the driveway in sprays of sparkle? My son [...]
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A list of plants with their beneficial companion plants, to help deter bugs and attract beneficial insects. Plan Dill with squash and pumpkins, but Dill will attract the tomato hornworm. Mint and parsley are enemies, Keep onions away from peas, keep potatoes and tomatoes apart as they both can get early and late blight contaminating each other.
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How to grow a Jack-In-The-Beanstalk fort out of pole beans, which are extra tall green beans.
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A true picture of Motherhood. My favorite jeans are now a casualty from crawling on the floor one too many times to retrieve lost puzzle and bionicle pieces, scrubbing stubborn stains on hands and knees, and the wear-and-tear from endless airplane rides. My son took this BSM picture. An article in Wired (Peak Water, May [...]
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It didn’t help that each and every one of the 1,000,000 dogwoods that grow in my old neighborhood were blooming today, as I drove through to drop off a check. A stupid, time-wasting errand that could have been avoided if I would have just put a stamp on the envelope and mailed it days ago. [...]
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