A short drive - a romp in the woods - a wet, happy dog. What more could we ask? Mayapples! wildflowers! Leeks! --You live that close to Mennonite or Amish country? What a fun walk! My last meadow walk

Gotta Love "rodents on stilts" - LOL! Sparrows nest on the ground...? I'm in awe of the empty spaces in your garden. I have rotten clay, sand, former pasture, wetlands, and a bit of woods, and

#everyone, I urge you to read the previous post. For those who won't click on the link, here are a few excerpts: "Aunt Jane. As a first cousin of my mother’s, she wasn’t even technically my aunt.

This is all too true: ... it's getting very costly to live this way. Ironic, to do all yourself on a nice piece of property will take all the money you have. To have land, to own a house, a home - this

"Get into a freewrite head" - let the surprises flow out, like opening the flood gates, undamming the river. Or ripping off a bandage too soon, and.... Now I'm unpacking a hymn you brought to

Aha. I do see it now, at the bottom - And I love it that you no longer even need to set the timer. Five minutes, and out comes this wondrous tale of redemption. #TooCOOL

I love your Aunt Jane and the way you celebrate all that was good in her, even while acknowledging she was difficult, hot-tempered, prone to bouts of depression, reviled by others - but not you! - for

And, seeing as how hardly anyone will read the comment section, here is this item my husband uncovered while searching for Wands of Horus (oh, the things that turn up in an online search)! The victim's

Oops, do I need to go in and edit, or should I just let the glitches stand... yeah, let it go. How many people will ever read it anyway, besides you and me.

Sam, thanks for this! One month later, I finally get to read it! (It was our router! My husband had put in a filter to screen out spam, and it screened out Hive.) Sorry for the excess exclamation points.

When all is lost, she starts singing Amazing Grace. This detail! "I'm gonna die," and I fall back on this old church hymn ("that saved a wretch like me"). And this: She abandoned her

Epic! I love it! She dares to wonder if things could get any worse. NEVER, ever tempt fate with a "What next?" - you might get a Minotaur squatting over your boat, capsizing, and (no spoilers

Crunch Time. Yes. And here I stand at the pc, not planting more peas. Nor carrots. I even bought broccoli seeds yesterday (half price; no other incentive). As I don't even like broccoli, it stands to reason

This is so true of me when I try to paint anything (esp. cats on wood slices): if I start to tinker with it there is no "skillfull crafting" going on, they always get worse, muddied, contrived.

LOL I've never written a real "poem," but if it speaks to you, or sounds poetic to you, I'm not about to argue. :) I'll take your word for it. Thank you!

Pearl Jam! Nothing you would take, everything you gave Hold me 'til I die, meet you on the other side You give it a fresh spin.

Aw, I love it that you reply to my replies to old posts - so old, the poster HAS DIED!!!! And maybe I'll tease some more out of that story. Or maybe it will just add to the pile, like clam shells. The

Because, nothing can top this: Just Breathe and hold me till I die

LOVE IT - #ihatetags I hate tags I hate hashtags I love hash Not hashtags Pop! goes the hashtag...

Oh I love this! Where was I, 13 days ago, that I missed it.... This: one of them was dressed in camouflage and smelled strongly of pine trees. You always have us wondering, and guessing, and laughing!