Garden – Becoming a Widow

Muhly Grass Blooms

This morning I almost didn’t make it out of bed again. Friday arrived while I slept and settled in with no particular mood. It was simply here, sitting in the Friday chair. I couldn’t find the anchors that were lost yesterday morning, so I had to make do with an improvised set that looked nothingContinue reading “Muhly Grass Blooms”

The Flower Orphange

Saturday afternoon I went to the local garden center which, by the way, I prefer to think of as the flower orphanage. They are, after all, just group homes for flowers without parents. I mostly just needed to get out of the house so adopting new specimens was not part of the plan. But, asContinue reading “The Flower Orphange”