Remember yesterday when I wrote about my sunflowers? “Three others are likewise showing their stuff, but who knows how long they’ll stand,” I told you. “I guess it’s just a matter of time.” I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, and I should have obeyed my instinct because this was the first thing I saw. This is war. Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked and for how long, and […]
Read moreMonth: July 2022
A Losing Proposition
“How does your garden grow?” you might ask me. Well, the good news is that many flowers have finally appeared in my raised bed. Even some of the handful of remaining sunflowers are blooming. This tall fella was the first to sprout color. It took five days from initial glimpse of yellow till it fully opened. Here’s Day 4: Three others are likewise showing their stuff, but who knows how long they’ll stand. I guess […]
Read moreMixed Bag
July 11, 2022 One evening in Delaware a couple weeks ago, Ma and I couldn’t quite agree on where north was. I pointed that-a-way, while she was sure it was over there. “I’ve lived in this town all my life. I know where north is.” I get that, but my phone’s compass didn’t see it her way. “Something must be wrong with your phone.” Nonetheless, last week I put my faith in the very same […]
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July 5 I always gain little insights into my wee self, past and present, when I’m back in the land of my birth. For example, did you know I am stubborn? I can’t count the times Small has told me so, as she did today. It seems, however, that our respective definitions of the word have little overlap. Ginna’s perspective: “Stubborn” is when your mother has a painful and unstable ankle that rolls inward, a […]
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