Two Birdbaths, One Fountain

I love my yard. When I first bought my fixer house on a fixer third acre, the yard was full of rocks and rose bushes.  Now it has trees, plants, roses, wisteria, a privet hedge, flag stone, one fountain and two bird baths. The fountain is an advertisement to creatures near and far to come… Continue reading Two Birdbaths, One Fountain

Animals in my Life, Domestic and Wild

It’s 8:30 p.m. The dogs are in their usual spot, glued to the twilight through the sliding glass door.  They are lying in wait for a rat.  The Jack Russell started this. The lab was happy to snooze in the chair before Daisy came along. Now they stand guard for their yard. When they see… Continue reading Animals in my Life, Domestic and Wild

Nap Time, or Born to be Wild?

(re-run) “I was born to be wild, but only till about 9:00 p.m.” That’s a post going around on Facebook from a site called Women over 50.  It wouldn’t be so funny if it weren’t so true. I’ve never been a napper, unless you count sleeping through the 10:00 news. I’ve been watching the news… Continue reading Nap Time, or Born to be Wild?

Nap Time

I’ve never been a napper, unless you count sleeping through the 10:00 news. I’ve been watching the news all my adult life. I like to know what is going on. Now that I am older, I can’t stay awake till 11:00 p.m., my bedtime, without a little nap. I don’t plan it; it just happens.… Continue reading Nap Time

Two Birdbaths, One Fountain

I love my yard. When I first bought my fixer house on a fixer third acre, the yard was full of rocks and rose bushes.  Now it has trees, plants, roses, wisteria, a privet hedge, flag stone, one fountain and two bird baths. The fountain is an advertisement to creatures near and far to come… Continue reading Two Birdbaths, One Fountain