One of my favorite toys growing up was the Etch-a-Sketch. If you weren’t happy with your last drawing, you just had to give it a good shake and the screen went blank, ready for another try.
As soon as the first few cool nights arrive in late August, thoughts of fall mums come to mind. Big pots of colorful mums for the front steps, more for the back porch, and of course, some to fill in the few bare spots in the garden.
In June of 2008, my oldest son, Nick, fought an ear infection and had a supposed allergic reaction to his antibiotic. After continuous trips to the doctor, we visited a dermatologist.
Walking into the much-anticipated Fresh Market on opening day last month was like experiencing sensory overload – in a good way. Everything is bright and fragrant, drawing you right in.
“Come to my garden and fall in love with the sky and the air and all that is there.”