I stopped writing. I certainly stopped writing here. Since August, I’ve inexplicably watched many, many episodes of BBC detective dramas, as well as, after decluttering, been held captive in the vortex known as Selling On eBay. However, it’s time now to move on. I’ve re-read Anne Lamott, again, and it’s time. I’ll ease myself back […]
Abundant in Northern Europe, Asia, and North America, the moisture-loving stinging nettle thrives in the Pacific NW. Where I grew up, on 5-acres, next door to 5-acres, next to three additional lots of 1.25 acres, with, respectively, a small woods, wetland ravine, large vegetable gardens, and pasture for a cow named Buff, followed by a […]
As long as I can remember, there has always been a vegetable garden at my parent’s. This space, on the north end of the front yard, was a sizeable rectangle that enjoyed all-day sun. The garden space grew larger when my dad hauled Granddad’s tractor from his eastern Oregon home to ours. Each summer, the […]
Today, I wrote for my garden. It has ties to what I write here, so I hope you enjoy!
I live in the Pacific Northwest. I have lived here always. The PNW, especially western Washington, is a place of exquisite natural beauty. When the sun shines with a crystal blue sky, everything below green green green, it takes my breath away. Still. After all these years. To maintain the green, however, we live with rain. […]
When we called the smallest building in the photo above home, Spouse announced that he wanted to grow roses. He wanted to start raising them right then and there. This former milk shed turned cute tiny house was only temporary between the Little House With Blue Trim on Tolt River Road and Trail’s End, and […]
The tiny house stood finished. Tula and Suzie were enjoying the barn and pasture. Clarence and the Silver Spangled Hamburgs carried on in their ample coop and fenced yard. Fred wandered off constantly, his fine-tuned nose offering temptations too great to ignore. Mercy, our only surviving kitty was good company. The solar panels dumped electricity into […]
The name Trail’s End originated with my Father in law. It stuck.
A cross-post of sorts, a guest post by me from my garden blog, I’ve just stolen this piece in its entirety and placed it here. Today is that sort of day. Cheers! Seattle has experienced an unprecedented 80+ days with only .07 inches of rain. We’ve had some cloudy days, marine-layer mornings, but no measurable […]