Play Hard, Bark Often
On the 1st day of Christmas my true dog gave to me…
…a Georgie in a pear(less) tree!
2 days, 22 hours ago
Nothing lifts flagging winter spirits like the first signs of blossom on the boughs, the clouds of pink and white that follow bringing with them the first true promise of spring and a new gardening year. 790 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
2 months, 2 weeks ago
I look out the picture window beside my computer. It’s a pear tree that’s been dead for several years.
I just leave it for the birds. 57 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
Mary E. Nolte
When I was thirteen, my sister called me and said that she had something to tell me.
She had recently found someone to haul the old trailer off of the property at our cottage on Lake Erie. 864 more words
2 months, 4 weeks ago
Cottage Garden Trio
It is now just over a year since we moved into the cottage and so I thought it would be a good time to reflect on what we’ve managed to achieve in a year. 748 more words
3 months, 2 weeks ago
My wild pear trees are nestled in a heavenly 100 acre woods that Pooh would love to romp around with his bud Christopher Robin.
But I don’t recall any 4 legged, pear eating deer in his story. 324 more words
3 months, 3 weeks ago