Last night I went to a rave. An honest-to-goodness rave. And this morning I am fighting the bear. I’ll do better tomorrow. And maybe fill you in on last night. At least the parts I can talk…
Easter Sunday
Somewhere in the North Georgia Hills, about a jillion relatives are getting together for the annual Easter celebration. Assuming the weather is sweet, there will be a softball game and a gi-normous egg hunt. And no matter what…
Surprises From Friends
A couple of days ago, my buddies Baker Jen and Betro brought lunch to me while I was trapped at the homestead. It was such a pleasant surprise and I appreciated it so much. And then yesterday…
Duck Time!
So this little fella was hanging out by the pool the other day. I didn’t hear him hit the water, but he must have flown in as there’s no duck gate or anything. He stuck around for about…
It’s a Big World
Note: All photos courtesy of The Trost Family. Some years ago, Mister and I attended a high school reunion. An odd statistic was bandied about during the evening: the majority of our graduating class still lived within 50…
Basil Burglar
Something’s been eating our basil. Not I. Not Mister. So what? When you grow food, it takes not only time and energy, but also patience. And water. And expectations are set. You start imagining all the pesto…
Sunday Supper – With Wine!
Just wanted to share a snap taken just before dinner last night. Yes – the food is out of focus. But the wine… The wine! I got to have wine with dinner, y’all, and it was snappy!
Where to Begin?
Okay. Deep breaths. Keep it together, Mikki… I’ve been cleared to drank! Hallelujah! Hand to God! Preach on, brother alcohol! Actually, I’ve been cleared to drink, not drank. I have to keep a rein on the…
The Weekend!
It’s the weekend! The sweet, sweet weekend! I don’t have to put on my filthy painting pants! Actually, those pants have served me well this week. And they’ve endured so much dirt, they’ve pretty much developed a…
Painter Hands
I have painter hands. Which is not to say my hands paint. For although they do, they’re not usually affected adversely. Holding a brush for oil painting is so utterly civilized, I could very well have a bone…