A flagstone path wound around my backyard directing walkers around the deck and up to the shed that stored rakes, shovels, and various sized clippers. The path is more decorative than directive. There’s little chance of losing my way among the hydrangeas and needing a well-marked route to safely guide me to the back deck. I… Continue reading The Fewest Choicest Words About Gardening
It only rained twice this spring in the Midwest. The first time was all of April and the second most of May. The deluge, with intermittent significant snowfall, delayed my gardening gig. When finally able to survey my landscape, without need for umbrella or snow boots, I wasn’t pleased. Weeds, I Think Each fall, I… Continue reading Garden Gripes
Squirrel Circus Idea had been skittering around my brain for several years. It recently edged about my hippocampus, spiraled around my basal ganglia, and leaped to the treetops of my frontal cortex. After reading “Habits That Make It Easy To Come Up With Great Ideas” (FYI there are habits to grow greener lawns, improve relationships,… Continue reading Squirrel Circus Idea
Sunshine streamed through the sheers. While in the hazy transition from sleep to full alertness I thought about how my Sunday would unfold. Outside beckoned with enticing rays while inside summoned me with my good intentions. The breeze brought a tense bickering to my slumbering ears. I eavesdropped as Outside and Inside decided my day’s… Continue reading The Bickering Of Outside And Inside
My line of first graders quietly snaked behind me on our way to the cafeteria. Shepherding a classroom of hungry seven (or so) year olds in an orderly fashion to lunch and subsequent recess was a coup especially if you’re not their REAL teacher, but a substitute. Furthermore, they had just escaped the clutches of the… Continue reading Substitute Teacher Chronicles: Thinking Like A First Grader
A Few Choice Words By Anita 