Grandchildren Blog Posts
Color in the Shade Garden
Sun-loving plants grow so easily and prolifically basking in the sun’s nurturing rays. However, let’s not neglect our shady spots nestled under our trees and patio overhangs.
Don’t Give Up on What Is Seemingly Dead!
Both my sons have inherited the gardening bug from me. Nevertheless, one in particular intersperses our conversations and texts with his storied gardening exploits or even seemingly failures. I receive pictures of: a truck load of compost and plants, a camellia bush showing out, and herbs gone amok. Sometimes it’s a picture of a barren corner accompanied by the question, “What do I put here?” I love these back-and-forth exchanges!
Light-Hearted Coconut Sheet Cake
This is an old-time family favorite that I used to make each spring. It’s a great take-out, take-to sheet cake that transports easily and is a crowd pleaser.
Sun Massages, Coming Right Up
I am struck by the way the sun feels this afternoon, pressing the damp cold winter out of the greening grass and the stone pavers.
African Violet Care
My cat agrees with me that it’s a stunning spring morning. Notice that the African Violets, all on their own, intrinsically announce the budding of spring.
Hospitality Can Talk
“Languages are epistemologies as well as human bridges.” (Elizabeth Alexander, The Light of the World)
Make Ahead and Freeze Chicken Casserole
Some of us will actually be able to have family together again for Easter Sunday. Are you stressed about trying to re-learn how to have company again?
March Into March Madness
I enjoy “March Madness,” following my favorite basketball teams to whatever heights they can reach. I’m in awe of the physicality of these athletes, of being able to tell their bodies what to do in a nanosecond, and the body obeys!
What Do I Do in March?
I peek under the brown burnt leaves and cross my fingers hoping to see some green underneath my blackened frost damaged perennials. In the picture you can see the leaves of my beloved Shasta Daisy returning!
Take a Deep Breath
I feel like a porcupine today with all its sticky outie quills conducting an enormous quantity of electrical shocks to my system. I must be on my last proverbial nerve. Each little nuisance that I’m rubbing up against is jabbing me into a state of hypersensitivity.