Scattered throughout my yard are vines and plants suitable for feeding visiting butterflies. In some years I have nearly no Passion Vine flowers or Milkweed. This year, I have lots of flowers and seeing butterflies are more rare. As we do not poison our land I suspect the culprits responsible are elsewhere in the […]
Plumeria Blooming
I received my first stock from the woman my father married, a few years after our Mother died. They were both eighty and set in their ways-she was a hard-headed woman of German descent. She snapped off a piece of hers without fanfare, jammed it in a discarded pot of dirt and said, “here you go.Just […]
First day of Summer
It was already hot this morning when I went to the garden. The high temperature all week is predicted to be in the upper 90s to nearly 100. Factoring in the ever present humidity means I will not be out side very much after the noon hour. A rain shower now would only make […]
Scones
These are the scone I bake for my beloved Ingredients: 2 cups all-purpose flour 1/3 cup sugar or other sweetener 1 teaspoon baking powder 1/4 teaspoon baking soda 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/3 cup coconut oil and 2/3 cup 2% milk mixed 1/2 frozen, then slightly thawed and chopped) cranberries 3 drops […]
Change
days grown longer much hotter blooms less frequent more welcome life more rich much less certain. gratitude more acknowledged more given. This Datura blossom is one of two this morning. While softer, more discreet than Magnolia blooms,their cool, white glow before sun-up, welcomed me today.
Summer
it feels like she’s come too early summer/with her slatternly, gaping smile her too bright yellow view of the day summer/when some of us are broken our spirits crushed when all that is left are mud puddles and empty, hollow eyes.
Sadness
I have a sweet friend who is caught in the spiral of depression I know that vortex I know that fear I know that pain I send you stardust and fireflies not long ago we lay awake until the small hours of daylight becoming almost one with our memories I miss your voice sweet lady […]
His mother’s oldest son
My son, Steve, was born the last day of June in 1968. It was a hot day long before noon came when I took the second half bottle of castor oil-the first have downed yesterday in an attempt to get labor started. I mixed both halves with orange juice, as that was what I vaguely […]
Morning in the garden
I have just returned from the back deck in our small blue house on Bilbrook Place. I tool my favorite coffee mug, filled with coffee dark and rick and colored the nice shade of caramel that is my preference. The sky, a heavenly shade of blue, not azure, more Robin’s egg blue, with a smattering […]
Taking better care
There is no new calendar for my wall but I am aware that there will need to be one soon. There is much to keep up with in the day-to-day world of busy humans goals […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 