Category: Musings

A gardening yardstick. Or, my earliest garden memory.

        This is the garden of my early childhood. To me, its herbaceous border stretched forever. At the end of the garden stood a weeping willow which seemed taller and grander than the one in the photo. One year, much to…

Barbie Dolls to rabbits. My journey down the garden path.

Or, dredging the past, digging up s—t, oops, manure, and dolly to rabbit? My mother gave up dressing me in anything with lace. I’d liberate my clothing of the scratchy, hateful stuff, usually found on collars and cuffs. Similarly, after the age of six,…

A week of crazy weather

Well, that was a whacky week! Sunday night it began to snow and I awoke to close to a foot of snow on Monday morning. Roo delighted in shoveling and rooting about for his ball in the snow. Ever obsessed, he wants me to,…

And, more snow

The website has undergone a facelift. Some of you may remember it as: Harold, Rupert, and Me. I’ve removed 99.9% of the old content. If you’re missing a particular post, let me know, I can add it back. 2019 will be a busy year,…