To Tell A Story

    The geese are honking!   A sure sign that a change is about to descend upon us.    Leaves are drifting down and carpeting the grass.  A ...

  After a bit of rescheduling, a long awaited trip for a lunch and garden tour with my grand young ladies. My history with Pineridge Hollow ...

It is time to throw up the white flag and surrender.  Perhaps I shall rise again to fight the good fight another day but until then... ...

Every Monday I think about a blog post and every Friday I can't believe where the week went.  Now I am really dismayed to find out e...

Art 101  The grand kiddies are home schooled.  Their mother and I have a vision for the art program.  It is not about doing crafts which ...

Summer should be spent in a comfy chair, on a deck by cool running water with some nice cold lemonade close at hand. Not the case h...