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Barely Managed Chaos

My husband Erik and I have been living a life of barely managed chaos since his dad, Art, died on August 16. We’re not alone in this roller coaster, whirlwind day-to-day. Erik’s mom, Jan, is there too, as is my co-worker, who lost her mom two weeks after we lost Art. As if massive grief from the loss of a loved-one isn’t enough, two close family members are in the process of moving (we’re helping…

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Purple Petunias to Soothe the Soul

Two days of physical labor preceded by a day that featured me giving a driving/walking tour and I’m bushed. My brain is numb and my muscles are begging for the comfort of bed. I am most assuredly feeling my age. I did manage a first today. After toiling away at hanging insulation and skipping lunch, I ate an entire frozen pizza (heated up, of course) by myself. Time for a soothing photo of purple petunias…

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YOCR #13 – Constructive Wallowing & Let’s Be Less Stupid

I have finished my Loft online class, having learned some of the ins and outs of plotting stories and novels, and am returning to my Year of Creative Reading. I’ve recently completed two books, “Constructive Wallowing” by Tina Gilbertson and “Let’s Be Less Stupid” by Patricia Marx. “Constructive Wallowing” was a surprise find in a bin at the Goodwill in Aberdeen, South Dakota. The book looked brand new and only cost me $1.50. It was…

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Are the petals real or made of fabric?

I’ve had the opportunity over the past week to watch several bouquets of white flowers wilt. In case you haven’t noticed from my blog, I have a thing for taking close-ups of flowers and plants. Naturally, I couldn’t pass up taking pics of the flowers as they decayed in the vase. While most might find wilted flowers sad or disappointing, I think they are beautiful and enjoy watching the transition. Roses, especially, take on this…

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Motherwort at the End of Summer

Back in June, I posted about a plant I found in our rain garden that I was unfamiliar with. It had these beautiful, tiny purple flowers along the stem. Readers of my blog helped me identify it as motherwort. Wanna know what happened to those tiny flowers? They turned into spiky, spiny, poker-thingys. Youch! Now I’m afraid to touch the plant. I did not see that transformation coming.

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