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Heavenly Scent:
One of my key garden criteria is scent. I love the smell of lilacs, of spice bush viburnum, of roses, petunias & even the dusty, grandmotherly smell of alyssum. I get excited when the hyacinths perfume the air, and when I get a full face of peony. So, you can imagine my excitement when I visited the city recently and kept smelling a wonderful scent. As I took my first stroll across the Brooklyn Bridge, I was surrounded by a nice floral smell. I thought at first that it was t


We Were Soldiers Once... and Blonde
Lori and I grew up fighting. She always won. It wasn’t so much that she beat me, she stayed steady and let me beat myself trying so hard. Such is the life of the younger sister. Until I got old enough to find a few ways to outwit her – mostly by playing hurt until I could gain an advantage. I think one of the reasons I love ‘words’ so much is how I learned to wield their power in a fight. It’s a double-edged sword. I know. By the time we were young woman, Lori and I both foun


Awkardly Anonymous
It is that season – when family takes center-stage and leaves the ‘singles’ by the way side. Maybe, like me, your family has moved away or no longer has great depth. I had the blessing of living near my mom and sisters when our family was young and never had to think about where to go on the holidays. One Christmas, we were hundreds of miles away, but after the gifts were opened and the kids were looking at me like “what’s next”, we loaded the family up in the van and drove t


Amalgamation of Inspiration
My sister Sue is the crafty one. She got me started hand-sewing our own dresses and clothes from organic cotton, Alabama Chanin-style. I...


57 Summers Later
"I’ve had dementia for nine years,” a very alert gentleman, Pat, was informing me. Click here to hear all 7+ minutes of "Hey Jude"...


Do's and Don'ts of Mint
I reached over the little herb garden fence and grabbed a handful of mint tops for Mojitos that evening. Refreshing wafts of...


The Pall
We moved at a snail’s pace. I watched the feet in front of me carefully. The weight of the casket pulled on my arm. But it felt good to...


The Pampered Yard ~ happy mom's day!
Okay, okay, I confess: I have a pampered yard. She is weed-free and meticulously managed by both my husband and myself. Good luck to any...


“Plant after danger of frost”
These are demoralizing words for us New York gardeners to hear in spring. The snow storm this past weekend didn't help our morale. While...
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