Picking up rocks and potatoes, weeding, and biting into a sun warm tomato while I stood right there in the garden. Juice dripping down my chin, sun shining on my head and the aroma of soil and growing things all around. Heaven!
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you know that I’m an avid gardener. Some of my earliest childhood memories are of helping my grandparents in their gardens. Picking up rocks and potatoes, weeding, and biting into a sun warm tomato while I stood right there in the garden.
Mud cloth is a handmade Malian cotton fabric traditionally dyed with fermented mud. It has an important place in traditional Malian culture and has, more recently, become a symbol of Malian cultural identity.
Hi, it’s me. Vicki. Shouting a big “hello” from the other side of Hades. It’s been a seriously rough couple of years but I finally, FINALLY feel like I’m out on the other side. The other side of cancer, empty nest syndrome and a big ol’ midlife crisis just to hit the high point. YEOW!
Sure, there are days I miss having my kids around, actually, almost every day for at least a few minutes. But I do have to say that now that I’m getting more used to them all being gone I can truly say it does have its benefits.
The mister and I are in the Poconos this week tending to the family property…
When I was at CHA in Anaheim in January my friend Rebekah Meier was…