Dear Postman, Please Deliver to Camp

When I was away at summer camp, Earnie didn’t send me gifts in the mail.  Side bar:  My gift was usually waiting when I came home — a totally cleaned out and newly decorated bedroom.  The thing now is when you send your kid away for camp,...
Hope Springs Eternal

Hope Springs Eternal

I’m cold.  It’s 40 degrees outside.  Rainy.  Phil was a little premature in his forecast of spring.  But, I know that soon, it will be hot. 100. Humid.  Here’s a little stroll of my backyard sanctuary.  Even though I may...

Party Like a 90-Year Old

I had the greatest pleasure on Saturday to attend the 90th birthday party of my dear friend, Julia Johnson.  She and Earnie have known each other for almost 60 years.  They raised their children together, and buried their beloved husbands together.  Julia moved to...
Heaven Sent

Heaven Sent

One month ago today, my sweet Daddy went to live in heaven.  Of course he timed it with the full moon, because sure enough he was out on Saturday night.  Sister Bee called me and said have you seen Papa’s Moon?  I ran outside.  It was so...
If I could go back….

If I could go back….

I’d live in the 60s.  I love to watch movies from that era.  The clothing and the homes.  There was a formality of that time, dressing for dinner, cocktails before dinner, after dinner drinks.  It’s funny how in fashion, architecture...
The many faces of Hobbes

The many faces of Hobbes

When I survey my backyard, it’s like Lion Country Safari.  Cats galore.  My backyard is a cat’s Wally World.  A fountain with fresh running water, and because Earnie loves birds, about 20 bird feeders.  We’ve got your finch...