Summer means catching fireflies, the smell of suntan lotion, churning ice cream, porch-swinging and playing in the warm beach sand.
What are the conditions we humans need to blossom? To me, it seems as if there should be many blossoming moments in our lives, when the conditions are right for us to burst from our tight buds and become our best beautiful selves. And so it is in the garden.... Continue Reading →
Porch-swinging after a swim, cold sweet watermelon, cucumbers, corn, tomatoes, and zucchini from the garden
Traveling in Louisiana, I visited the Mississippi River at Vidalia. I went down along the banks under the two wonderful bridges that run side-by-side like sisters holding hands and skipping between Louisiana and Mississippi. How different the river looked from that perspective! Trees stood up to their hips in the flood water and I watched... Continue Reading →
"To walk in a woman's garden is to visit her soul." c. e. hollis In Natchez, high on a bluff above the swollen muddy Mississippi River, sits a masterpiece left over from a grace-filled era. Rosalie, sporting in front and back, great lofty white columns and tall windows along the verandas and porches. The grounds... Continue Reading →
"Tulips are cups of colorful sunlight--like shapes of rainbow on the ground smiling up at God." c. e. hollis I love tulips; and I have dried and preserved many this year. How do I save them for another spectacular show next spring? Tulips come up by themselves for years and years as long as... Continue Reading →
Petunias are delicate and sweet, but considered by a grouchy person like me to be "flimsy." The petunias are not my personal choice, but what person doesn't like petunia's colors and their fluted shapes? I watched last week as a tiny hummingbird came and sipped from red and pink petunias in a hanging basket on... Continue Reading →
Storms send us to the cellar. We take flashlights, candles, water. Tornado season is upon us. After the rain lets up, thunder and lightning recede, and wind dies down, we blow out our candles and head up the stairs to the house. We sit on the porch awhile happy that we've weathered another storm. The... Continue Reading →