I love the holidays, I really do. Just don’t make me go shopping.
We’ve reset our clocks to what no longer seems Standard, although for most, mornings are lighter and there are more sunrises to enjoy.
If every person in my glass building closed their curtains, how much energy could we save?
My daughter came home for a few days last week and while we were out doing errands she bought herself some sort of pumpkin spice coffee.
My daughter came home for a few days last week and while we were out doing errands she bought herself some sort of pumpkin spice coffee. Later she chose a pumpkin ale for our after-dinner game time.
My sister has a vegetable garden for the first time in many years, and she’s been delighted with how much she’s been able to grow in a small space — beets, tomatoes, cucumbers, peas, greens and herbs.
When the Jerusalem artichokes bloomed last week, I knew it was all over.
Friday was the full moon, the harvest moon. It marks the end of summer and the start of fall, which officially starts on Thursday.
After I had a friend deliver my daughter a huge load of vegetables, I had pangs of remorse.
On the first of July our friend John told us summer was over. We ignored him.