I had a post in the works for this Christmas season. I trashed it this morning. In it’s place, I’m just going to speak my truth. Maybe you will relate to it, maybe you won’t. Maybe someone out there needs to hear this, so I’ll write it for them.
I hate Christmas. There. I said it. Not the true meaning of the holiday, but the way it plays out. Continue reading My Christmas Reality
The gravy boat is empty. The crowd has gone home. Leftovers are put away. The kitchen is clean again. Yet the smell of a roasting turkey lingers in the house. I wonder how long that will last as I reflect on the day.
It feels a bit lonely this morning. I love preparing Thanksgiving dinner and having a full house. The smells, the noise, the laughter. Sharing a meal and too much of it at that! Fun conversations and tripping over each other in our less than modest home. Seeing family when we are too far apart and don’t see each other often enough. Inviting new friends to join in. It was all good.
But today I woke up with thoughts of what I could have done differently. Continue reading The Day After
I first discovered what a crepe myrtle was on a family trip to Virginia. These trees were all over, in varying colors. My favorite was the deep rose variety. I kept admiring them throughout the vacation, wondering if they would grow in New Jersey.
A few years later, a new garden center had them for five dollars as part of a grand opening sale. How could I resist that? Rushing over, I found the color I wanted and home it came with me. Now granted, it was a small sapling, but I was excited.
I assumed one day it would look like the beautiful tree you see above. That didn’t happen.
Continue reading The Crepe Myrtle
“It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.” How many times have you heard that lately? Usually, I’d agree. But this week in New Jersey is just plain HOT. Heat, humidity, whatever. HOT!
Can I bake a cake in my car? Fry an egg on the hood? Possibly, but I’m too hot to bother experimenting. Continue reading It’s Not The Heat, It’s The Humidity
