Night Song

Moonlight plays across the surface of the pond much like a silent instrument, its beauty – purely visual. The wind strokes the water with the same caress as a mother with a newborn infant. The muted color of the amber liquid throws back a garbled reflection of a...
Man Land

Man Land

It’s called “Man Land” for a reason. This place of mystery and mayhem is populated by the male of the species and is surrounded by an aura that seems to exude testosterone. A locale best left to the ones who can navigate its depths without a compass...
Iris and More Iris

Iris and More Iris

May 01, 2018  ~  Tuesday This wandering gardener visited a place today that looked like an iris farm. I’ve never seen so many irises, not even in a large greenhouse. It was my pleasure to ride shotgun in the Kabota with a delightful lady named Minnie. She and...

‘Till The Cows Come Home ~ Part Two

So my cell phone rang and my husband says the cows have doubled back and are headed my way. Well, no, I wasn’t about to let them get by me. I grew up in Edgefield, SC with cows, goats, pigs, chickens and a beagle named Cleo. No hard-headed heifer was coming back...

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