Friday was special at our house. Two bluebird couples showed up just in time for breakfast, helped themselves to the vittles, then checked out the housing situation.
We've planted a lot of trees since we bought our first home almost 50 years ago, but sometimes they still stump me.
Short sleeves, long handles, short sleeves, long handles. The weatherman must be getting senile. My flowers might be, too.
How long has it been since you've had a serious talk with your houseplants? I'm often guilty of neglecting to do so until company is coming or we're having folks over for dinner or a plant just up and kicks the bucket.
In case you haven't heard, it's official now. We're having another drought. Nobody should have to tell you it's dry around here. If you doubt my word, quit watering your pansies or try to dig a hole or pull up some weeds.
