An embarrassing indicator of lazy lawn maintenance? Something to be pulled or poisoned? Or a harbinger of picnics and frisbee matches, a source of nutritious greens, a reminder of childhood, when a dandelion held under your chin made your skin glow, betraying your “love of butter”? (Or was that just my family’s saying?) Perspective is everything. If I can decide to love or hate dandelions, … Continue reading What do you see?
1. Some dogs don’t mix well with stuffed animals. 2. Simply hoping can make gardening dreams come true. 3. I hold onto strange items. For years. What are you holding onto? Feel free to confess it — leave a reply — below. Continue reading Three minor epiphanies of the week
The Mother’s Day I remember best from my childhood was when I was 8 or 9 and trying so hard to be a good daughter. I banished my mom from the kitchen and stirred up a chocolate cake mix, poured the batter into a pan, right up to the rim, placed it in the oven and soon smelled smoke. Peering through the little window, I saw … Continue reading The messiness that is Mother’s Day
I’ve called the Pacific Northwest home for nearly a decade, and yet its version of springtime still shocks me. I come from Minnesota, where spring follows sepia-toned winters, gray skies and brown landscapes that give way to white skies and white landscapes. Now and then these scenes are punctuated by periods of pure yellow sunshine that emanate from heavens of brilliant blue, turning ice-encrusted trees and snowdrifts into piles of diamonds. Western Washington winters … Continue reading Where spring throws off her shirt
