Scapes + Shallots = Scallots Oops Not gonna edit this post for the typo...

Wait. What? Damp hay is more likely to combust? Barns Burning oh no Fire is worse than flooding. And frozen waffles are fine, but frozen pancakes... meh!!!

Glad to see this: I realise that the dead point is not a dead-end - earlier this morning I read a story that illustrates how we need to HANG IN THERE. His ideas faced serious criticism. People did not

You remind me of that sad song sung by David Gates ("Bread" - a 1970s band). If you listen to the song, do not read the lyrics first. :) (Lyrics at the end of this comment) Letting Go seems to

Great photos - great garden! Our daughter buys scallots at Whole Foods for a small fortune, and doesn't even use them all. She lives in the city, with no garden. All my scallots have vanished with this

YES Cute, "save the furries," let them eat our gardens - I know a tender-hearted soul who loses all her strawberries to cute little bunnies. Another friend, also in the Midwest, has a son who

I'd love to delegate to this good cause.... and tried it once again, just now:

Ahh, you are so wise, so insightful. Poets are, after all! Yes, Kelly "went inside herself," shutting out others. Did we need to revisit the past, all the mistakes, the regrets? She refused to.

Good reminders, especially these: Guard your passwords carefully, and only publish with the posting key, Use your active key only for wallet transactions, Keychain, Peaklock, and Hivesigner The Master

Late to the party I am, but I love this post, and identify with it so much. This! Having Hive with many very good friendships made over the years where I can express these roller-coaster feelings, knowing

Fab photos - esp those little feet clinging to the slender branch as the finch eats while upside down. #Love it! And these cute little birds giving each other the Evil Eye rather than gladly sharing a

This! Two months ago, You Live In Me Still He had been bed bound for seven years at the time of his death. I was both his caretaker and a witness to his long struggle to recover. While it is a terrible

Ohhhh the agony of the loss - compounded by "if only" or "what if" - You are much too hard on yourself! Your love is all he knew; not "mistakes," not failure to protect him.

Elderberries, creeping thyme, a great big garden - it all looks so beautiful! And productive!!

Making French toast and freezing some for later - why doesn't that work with pancakes?? Too much rain - we are in a drought. All next week, temps will be near a hundred. The lawn is already brown and crackly

Collies - yes! our second pair! you for reading and commenting. (You saw only a fraction of all the plants....)

A man and his toys! Er, equipment! #LOVE this. Your joy is palpable and as one who shovels by hand (who does all gardening by hand, inefficiently, often miserably), I rejoice with you: Within a few minutes,

Oooh, I love snakes, and I love your observations here. Our limbless little allies in the garden eat bugs and mice for us - must we find them so creepy? I need to acquire a healthy fear of snakes, or I

THANK YOU, thank you so much, for reading and commenting - you are a treasure! And you are right about those beetles, sluggish in the morning, busily flying out of our grasp in the afternoon. In the Quiet

Great insight! The truth is best hidden in the guise of fiction... Or, as you suggest, if you hide the truth in a fictional story, people will think, "Oh, it's just another fiction," when in