It seems all I have time for this last few weeks of school, is to snap this picture. I’ve been admiring this gardening “accident” for a few days now. This was a happy accident…we planted some peony bushes a few years back in pure white. And then last year, as the peony bush grew so slowly, wanting desperately to fill that dead small space by the driveway with some low-maintenance color. 
Catnip. Blooms for such a long time, in bright blue, and even though it grows as prolifically as a weed, behaves itself.
And now, instead of a dreary gray wall…the plants have grown up so nicely, all by themselves, and we have this to look at for just a few seconds before we head out the door.
Funny, how I’m thinking the same thing of my children, as I watch them gather awards, and present themselves so well in this season of so many transitions and changes… they are really becoming something grand.
















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The process of drying sourdough has been, in a few words — aromatic (what is that smell, that is somehow — appealing?!) interesting, easy and fascinating.




Fast forward about 12 years later, and I’m ready to try it. I found a bunch of lemons for $1 a bag at the grocery store … I think these would make a nice wreath.
And sometimes there is something different — you can almost feel a change coming through the wind as it shifts. For those times, there is nothing quite like jumping on a swing, and letting go until your feet get grounded again. 

They studied the buttons, looking for matches, wondering how to make a pattern, and deciding that this button was big enough to stand on its own.
They weren’t impressed.













