The resurfacing made this corner impossible to mow, so I don’t.
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Sunday, March 6, 2011
#51
We got used to leaving his door open a crack. It’s probably unnecessary now, but I can’t see stopping.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
#45
I don’t know why, but I wanted a floating clock. Fishing line and screw eyes in hand, I drilled the first hole…directly into my finger. After a good cry, I tried again.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
#43
They used to buy one every vacation, at least that’s what I’ve been told. By the time I came around, the tiny racks were full and just a fixture of the décor.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
#38
I always wanted one. She gave it to me our first Christmas. I never dreamed how much fun our friends would have when they visit, secretly leaving it in inappropriate poses. Every time.
Friday, January 14, 2011
#35
The little tree produces every other year. She’s still around as long as we use her recipe for pear honey.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
#29
It’s their front door. I lived there for 18 years and still probably couldn’t pick it out in a lineup. It really was only opened for specific “front door guests.” We were side door people.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
#27
They said to expect an eight pounder, so we picked out her "coming home" outfit accordingly. When it came time for her to actually come home, she was only five pounds twelve ounces. At least the dress fits nicely in this composition.
#26
"I don't think you're happy enough. That's right! I'll teach you to be happy. I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs. Now boys and girls, lets try it again..."
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
#19
My dad called them "cigar trees." I was always fascinated by the seed pods that hung from the one up the street. Now I have two huge, gnarly ones in my front yard. I'm still fascinated by the seed pods.
Monday, December 27, 2010
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