My roots are anchored In the rocky soil. My leaves curve upward, Wide and shivering. My petals are blue, And though they seem to droop I am not wilted, But the peel of my bells Has run away with the … Continue reading Mountain Bluebells
The wind in Wyoming can be brutal. To elaborate, last week my post was about a warm, lazy afternoon I spent on my couch reading with the windows open. The day that inspired that brief post was April 3rd. The … Continue reading Wyoming Wind
My plan over Labor Day weekend was to buckle down and use the three-day weekend’s predicted nice weather to build some shelves from scratch. They are desperately needed to house my husband’s growing miniature painting hobby. I’ve had the plans … Continue reading Labor Day Weekend
Staring Out A Window 