Fall(ing)

The temperature may still hover around 97 degrees; people, somewhere, may be hitting the highways for a last gasp of … More

In the Trenches

Mildly (it’s to be hoped) entertaining anecdotes about squirrels and cupcakes set in playgrounds aside, I’ve spent a heck of … More

It’s probably jumping the gun just a little to start referencing the dog days less than a full week after … More

The sunflowers Elder Girleen planted along our side fence have grown as high as an elephant’s eye.* The fig that … More

Oh, mothers of school-aged children, those odd disheveled creatures! (the mothers, I mean, not their offspring). Unless they work really … More

Slow rain, long rain, steady rain, all night rain. Rain the way it used to rain, so very long ago, … More

We are at the age: Elder Girleen has left princesses and their overly-sweet attendant glitter and frills far far behind, … More

The more common variant of the saying being like pigs in clover — but let’s not go that far. But … More