The Universal Language of Pain
Each morning, I wake up in excruciating pain. I stumble to the tea kettle, turn it on, make myself a cup, and shuffle to my corner chair in the office nook where I sit with my back cushioned by a heating pad.
Fresh Peach Schnapps Cake
“Is there anyway you can mail me a peach cobbler mom?” That was my son’s plea who lives several states over.
Are you Ready?
My father wasn’t the warm cuddly type. He didn’t play board games, not even scrabble! But as an athlete, he loved sports and interacted with us, especially my brother, in that arena. However, school, books, and homework were a definite guaranteed fulcrum around which we bonded.
The Mighty Dandelion
I think of all things that show zest
For life, the dandelion beats the rest.
The little winged seed from its white fluff ball
Settle and grow with no urging at all.
Settle in most unlikely places
And soon there’s a crop of dandelion faces.
The Sky is Falling
We brought home a new collection of chicks this spring to replace our older hens who had quit laying. This new menagerie is a funny looking eclectic bunch with goofy personalities to match their now awkward looking teenage selves.
Starting Over
My raised bed vegetable garden died this year. I am heart-broken, but determined to find the cause and the remedy!
Let Your Voice Be Heard
I took this picture over a month ago. On seeing the eagerness of these hatchlings to have their voices heard, and after sharing this picture with my sisters, one of them suggested this title and idea for today’s blog post.
Tomato and Fresh Herbs Salad
Eating goes beyond satiating hunger. It is savoring taste, colors, and aromas. Eating is a pleasure which speaks to the soul.
Move me to a New Place
From the time I was in second grade till I left home for University in the U.S., we lived in the same house on the Arab Baptist Theological Seminary (ABTS) campus. Perched on the foothills over-looking the Mediterranean Sea, ABTS was an ideal backdrop for childhood adventures, and I certainly had many!
Accidental Perma-culturist
I’m addicted to gardening shows. During one watching spree, I tuned into what the gardener was saying, not only what he was doing, as he strolled through the pathways and trails in his backyard urban-lot garden. I realized that his garden’s organized chaos was kind of like mine. He used the word permaculture to describe the plan behind his horticulturist chaos. What is permaculture anyway?