Gift-bearing friend. Always there. Even with a beer-soaked chicken this time. To him (and others), we are grateful. Area blooms bring cheer, too. Advertisements
Made carrot crumb bread with cinnamon and cranberries yesterday. Locally grown carrots. That’s my berry/peach jelly on it, too. Yum with cardamon in my coffee this morning. Meanwhile, I make art in between prepping for next semester and other things swirling around, scholarly and otherwise. On my desk is none other than Zora Neale Hurston… Continue reading musings
Trashed picked art has history that blew us away. Meanwhile, reorganized my home office as I do at the end of every semester. Ancestors and Zora representing in front of old 45 of a Diana Ross tune. And lavender growing nicely for a second year. Life is good.
Corrine Bailey Rae on the turntable: Holiest of mysteries it’s all green And everything that I have planted is grown And all I need is time, earth, water and the sunlight… all the memories grow
Each semester I feel sentimental as I dump a pile of exams into the recycling bin and replace them with new ones from my teaching assistants. I look at certain student names and smile and wonder what kind of world these students will help make. I like this moment. It is a time when I… Continue reading musings
Most of the plants are in the greenhouse as the temps continue to dip. I love my begonias and so glad we have enough cuttings to start more! I love, too, the tomatoes that are still coming in. Late last week found us in Birmingham at the Southern Historical Association meeting, a wonderful place to… Continue reading musings