I think flower gardening is "in my dna"; my grandmother always had perennials. She learned from her Aunt Emma; Aunt Emma learned from her Aunt Amelia, it seems. My garden gene
kicked in late, so I learned from my neighbor; my yard is like an
overflow lot for items she needs to divide. Mostly, I love the color that starts in early March with the Snowdrops and ends about November with whatever or what-have-you that manages
to hang in there and give us one more bloom. The various perennial seeds provide the local birds with lots of food; sunflower heads are a favorite of the goldfinches, for example.
It really helps to have a continual "drip" of fresh water in the birdbath.
One of our home grown potatoes seemed to smile at me as it was readied for cook pot.
Halloween photo is not mine; borrowed from Facebook post of neighbor's daughter! Starting to read more non-fiction, I happened on a...
I wonder if this barn is still standing. Northern Minnesota in the Autumn. Rare photos of my late sister-in-law, Jane with her lo...
An Activity: "Making Mainbocher" Exhibit at the Chicago History Museum. (at last, something besides reading!)Main Bocher was a Chicago boy, interested in the arts. After high school and a stint working at Sears Roebuck in the early...