Web–site

Look at my profile picture please. You are right–that is not a picture of me! However, it is a picture of branches and twigs that are dead and seem to be held together by spider webs! I looked at those tied up branches for days–and yes!! it is a group, a bunch, a gathering of twigs and branches held together by spider built webs. I’m glad it’s across the yard and not hanging over my head, or deck, or plants. Cobwebs cover the metal fence are attached to the deck. Every so often the rails get so wrapped up in … Continue reading Web–site

Who am I?

Who am I? different times in my life, I have found myself giving different answer. Although, my perspective on new ideas re-shape what I think and who am I? now. My younger self, the one not reflected in the mirror I use today, was very idealistic, intense, and absolutely ready to change things. Wanting to change things and actually doing it are two different things. My who am I? then included ideas like there should be no war because people die, the innocent and the instigators. All children should have the same opportunities to have only the best educations our … Continue reading Who am I?

Why Am I Here?

A quintessential issue, this question, why am I here? Usually teens think and re-think their answers t to this question.  Today, it seems like retiring boomers are asking this question.Still vigorous, curious, and retired, many boomers find volunteer jobs to not only to use their skills, but to keep their minds and heart are engaged. And, since I’m a retired boomer,this question, why am I here? has been on my mind lately.  I looked for a part-time. There were no jobs that needed my skills and experience.Frustrated and annoyed, I quit looking for part-time jobs and decided to make an inventory of skills … Continue reading Why Am I Here?

Fierce and Hot

Spring was hard on Winter’s heels, and I looked forward to planting some dahlias, tomatoes, and herbs.  Money, however, was an issue, so instead of having planters built (you know the raised beds surrounded by wood), I found children’s wading pools–fierce fushia–that I used for planters. I brought them home, placed them where I wanted them, put holes in the bottom, and filled them with pure, loamy, garden soil. As I planted the dahlias–mere bulbs at this point–I swear I heard them humming.  They couldn’t wait to get started; they were ready for this new home and didn’t seem to … Continue reading Fierce and Hot