James and I had different plans for our garden tours: he was devoting the entire day and I thought he would poop out after a few and we’d spend three or so hours garden viewing. We ended up touring gardens for almost six hours; including driving time. Having worked on our gardens for a [...]
James and I had different plans for our garden tours: he was devoting the entire day and I thought he would poop out after a few and we’d spend three or so hours garden viewing. We ended up touring gardens for almost six hours; including driving time. Having worked on our gardens for a [...]
James and I had different plans for our garden tours: he was devoting the entire day and I thought he would poop out after a few and we’d spend three or so hours garden viewing. We ended up touring gardens for almost six hours; including driving time. Having worked on our gardens for a [...]
A comment I often hear at the end of winter and the beginning of spring. I almost never have a succinct answer. As I wandered through my backyard this morning I was reminded where I’d spent my time.
Well, best laid plans and all. I’d started to write something about César Chávez and Easter yesterday, but kept getting interrupted by good things. So, I’ve decided to take the week by the post by the horns and start all over again. I’ll re-title the post, re-work the text and recombine images. Tomorrow. In the [...]
And that’s the way it is, sometimes.
Good Friday. Good day. For some of us the end of the work week is here, for others it is a most solemn day during Lent. At least for part of the day. My faith is strong, even when I have reservations about what is going in the church. We humans have a funny ability [...]
I know the title of these posts on Muir is hokey. But every once in a while I just get in a mood. Probably need more roughage. On the other hand, visiting Muir Ranch on a Plug Mob Saturday has a bit of drama all about it. Being on 1.5 acres there is lots going [...]
Growing up in the city I’m used to thinking of plants as being grey – like the sidewalks, like old asphalt, or like a smoggy sky. Living pretty much across the street from train yards, an industrial laundry, and the Long Beach Freeway probably helped me come to this conclusion. Even weeds when they are [...]
