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Between a wet spring and cooler temps (although it’s been hovering right around 100 this week), my roses have bloomed profusely and beautifully.

I snapped a few photos of them the other day and thought I’d share.

Mini roses in vaseSome minis I brought in the house. Love their delicate little blooms!


Rose Double Delight bud

Rose Double DelightThis rose is Double Delight. Not only is it a vibrant color, it has the best scent. It’s one of my all-time favorites.


Roses Hot pink Bud


Roses Pale Pink Bud 2


Roses Yellow bloom

Roses Yellow BudFor whatever reason, yellow roses always remind me of my grandpa.  That’s probably why I’m particularly fond of this rose.

She Who Needs to Take More Time to Stop and Smell the Roses

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The other day I wandered around my yard with the camera. I thought I’d share what I found…

flower daffodil 2Daffodils. I think these have to be one of the cheeriest flowers. Absolutely love them!

flowers violets 2Violets always make me think of fairies.

flower jump upsJohnny-Jump-Ups bring fond memories of my grandpa to mind. He always had a bunch of them growing at his house.

Flower - hyacinth dark pinkHyacinths are so pretty. I’m quite taken with this bright pink hue.

flower hyacinth pink with beeBut I also like this pale pink one, too. So do the bees!

flower hyacinth bunchAnd you’ve got to have some lavender and purple ones as well.

flowers forsythiaThe forsythia actually belongs to our neighbor and creeps through our fence.

forsythia with lady bugBut I don’t think the ladybug cares.

Happy Spring!

She Who is So Everlasting Grateful Spring has Arrived




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During the summer months, when fresh produce abounds, I try to buy as much as I can from local fruit stands. The other day I stopped at one I hadn’t tried before because I wanted some sweet corn and there were multiple signs advertising their selection.

Although there wasn’t an overwhelming about of produce to choose from, fragrant cantaloupes, lemony cucumbers, vibrant tomatoes and boxes of plums were set out in an appealing display.

Gathering up a few things, I looked around for the corn and didn’t see any. Asking the man running the stand if he had any, he smiled and nodded his head of white hair. At this point, all he needed was some funky sunglasses and a T-shirt to confirm he had not quite left behind the haze of the 1960s. Both his speech and laid-back body language assured me of this.

Turning around, he pointed to a huge barrel and removed the lid where sweet corn hid beneath a burlap covering. Pulling out a few ears, he showed them to me, describing his “beauties” as “elegant and lovely” before bagging a half dozen ears for me.

Seeing the corn man, along with those burlap bags took me hurtling back to the summer I was seventeen when my parents decided my divine torture for the summer would be helping them sell sweet corn. Although I’m sure it was probably just a few acres they planted, at the time it seemed more like hundreds. For a few weeks that summer, it seemed like all I did was pick corn (which caused my asthma to go into overdrive), shuck corn (which caused my whining to go into overdrive) and bag the shucked corn for customers. Some corn we delivered and others we sold right from the front yard, where huge piles of corn husks sat until yours truly got the privilege of hauling them off to the garbage.

To this day, I hate shucking corn although I do enjoy a good ear of sweet corn.

Thanking Mr. Corn Man for the produce, I begrudgingly shucked the corn for dinner that night.

Although I had my doubts, the corn man was right – those ears were not only sweet, but elegant and lovely, too.

She Who Needs to Go Back to the Fruit Stand

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Sometimes, when the sun is shining, the sky is blue and the weather is that perfect degree between pleasantly warm and scorching…

You just have to grab your camera, go outside and capture everything you see!

She Who Loves Summer


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