It’s Sunday morning, foggy and warm enough for a mosquito to buzz near my ear. The old farm gate survived a recent bashing from a little red car that missed…
The scuppernong vines are pretty, but they turn into thick, strong, implacable tree-killing stranglers.
The wild turkey gobbler’s head does: red is for fighting; blue is for excitement; white is for love, baby, love. I guess he’s happy, now. For days, there was a…
Gardeners are generous by nature. Nice to have one for a friend. Harold left these two pretty little cabbages and the morning paper by our front door. Sweet.
Spotted this bright yellow jessamine vine walking in our woods with Buck and dear friends Roy and Bette Helms who were visiting from Naples.
The light fixture hanging over my desk is never turned on. Now I know why.
These 5 gobblers are regular visitors, as is a larger groups of hens and young turkeys. It may be due to this year’s super-abundant acorn crop, but we have never…
The salmon is good, but it’s the roasted veggies, pan-grilled Roma tomatoes and whole wheat couscous that really carry the day. p.s. The sauce is a quick whip-up of mayonnaise,…
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