Gather 'round…
Today, a photo-essay. Think of it as a flipbook with captions, and lots of nice pictures of the hubs... Just in case you're not from around here, we had some hellacious winds last night. Made me think the house was gonna' lift right off the foundation and fly away. Thankfully, that didn't happen. We made'r... Continue Reading →
Boy, oh, boy. I'm gonna make this part short, because I know I'M sick of this particular saga, so I can only imagine that you are too. Here's the long and the short of it: Not COVID was COVID. Damn it. You see, as I last reported, I had passed the mystery bug on to... Continue Reading →
I think the viral hell is nearly over. I can’t be sure. For it has now had, count with me, FOUR rebounds. Just when I think maybe I’m clearing out and the skies are looking especially blue, this damned thing bounces hard and comes back at me with something new. New and novel. Now I... Continue Reading →
I’ve been sick for three weeks. I can’t say that I’m happy about it. Now, it’s nothing life-threatening, like COVID (I tested. Twice.), or chicken pox (Eek!); it’s just a cold. And truly, it’s not even that bad. But it is sick, and that is something that I haven’t been in a while. Cue the... Continue Reading →
There’s not a lot of wood out there in the wood piles. Specifically, there’s this much: I’ve recently taken to telling people that we have literally 17 sticks of dry wood for the winter. While that is only true in the Gen Z rendition of ‘literally’, it's not far off. Who are we kidding? It’s... Continue Reading →
A spent toad graced the left rut of my driveway this morning, an unfortunate casualty of the early morning commuters. I'll spare you pictures--mostly because the phone was in the house whilst I mounted my morning walk investigation--but this was a large toad when he lived in three dimensions. Now, as most of him--but not... Continue Reading →
It’s 9/11. 20 years later. And somehow we’re living through something even MORE awful. Who could have imagined? That’s all I’m going to say about that. It’s September 11th. Which would indicate that we are fully into fall, and fully past summer, and to that I say, “What? Who punched the FF button on my... Continue Reading →
Right out of the gate, let's get this out of the way... It is entirely possible that you gathered, from my last post, that I was being a little dramatic about the minor damage the coons were inflicting on my hostas. Due to the less-than-magnificent photograph. How about this one? It's a geometric tragedy A... Continue Reading →
So I've had about enough of this guy: I know, the picture doesn't really give you anything to be immediately irate about. Seemed no matter the angle, I couldn't show how very flat half of that hosta is. So anyway, it's flat. Why? Because we've got a coon that likes to visit at night and... Continue Reading →
So we've had these irises for fifteen years. One would think that I'd have taken note before now. But one would be wrong. It is a fact universally acknowledged that plants go through a relatively straight-forward growth cycle: Spring comes and our little friends burst through the earth and shoot skyward.The bud, whether miniscule or... Continue Reading →
There she is. And there am I, peeking out from m'office. I'm trying to avoid the living room. Why? Because the Last Kid Standing is reading my book, and there is little more terrifying than watching someone read your book. Let me back up... I've been working on this book for a goodly long time.... Continue Reading →
It's been soggy here in the Nexus. Which is good, because we've had a painfully dry spring. You just shouldn't see the grass browning in May. What with our new Pacific Northwest climate, things have been greening up nicely. Em's perennial beds are full to bursting The first iris even blew its top Grr You... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Nexus 