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Everything's Cool!
Jun. 7th, 2013 08:01 am
Welcome to my shade garden, the Dark Side. This area is beneath the sycamore, and once it leafs out, the entire area there--and most of our neighbor's yard is in shade.
Welcome to my shade garden, the Dark Side. This area is beneath the sycamore, and once it leafs out, the entire area there--and most of our neighbor's yard is in shade.
Snow on Monday; Sunblock on Thursday
Mar. 16th, 2011 11:29 pm
The snow was beautiful on Monday, and I could appreciate it for I knew its time was short. Just three days later, it is gone, and our forecast is for sunshine and a high of 82°F/27.7°C.
( More wintry goodness. )
Kansas--There's No Place Like Home
Jul. 12th, 2010 01:31 amI posted this in a "Where I Live" community and wanted to keep it for my journal, too. It's long and photo heavy.
"It is a well-known fact in regard to the state of Kansas that we never know what she is going to do next,” stated Cyrus Northrup in a speech at the University of Kansas in 1894.
Rather than localize my post, I thought I'd share the love I have for my adopted state of Kansas. Kansas is like a beautiful young woman: full of energy and dreams, brimming with accomplishments, sweet and wholesome--while wearing a pair of pink stilettos.
( We ARE in Kansas, Toto. )
"It is a well-known fact in regard to the state of Kansas that we never know what she is going to do next,” stated Cyrus Northrup in a speech at the University of Kansas in 1894.
Rather than localize my post, I thought I'd share the love I have for my adopted state of Kansas. Kansas is like a beautiful young woman: full of energy and dreams, brimming with accomplishments, sweet and wholesome--while wearing a pair of pink stilettos.
( We ARE in Kansas, Toto. )
This weather is a mystery
Apr. 7th, 2009 02:24 amIt was 76° and sunny Saturday. Snow was on the ground Sunday. Tonight the low is supposed to get down to 15°. The wheat crop is in danger. The word is that it may be as poor a crop as 2007. Thank God, I'm not a farmer. Especially in Kansas, where, if the floods don't drown it, the droughts will shrivel it up, the hail will beat it to death, the sun will bake it, the cold will freeze it to extinction, or the winds will blow it away.
In happier news, I attended a writing class taught by Nancy Pickard, a highly-regarded mystery writer. She was very pleasant, interesting, and informative. Regrettably, I hadn't read any of her books, as my tastes in mysteries tend to the gentle medieval ones (Brother Cadfael, I love thee) or the proper Victorian ones (my dear Sherlock Holmes). I may have to rectify that.
Speaking of writing, I have a 25-page paper due for class in about a week. Have I started? No. I have no ideas. I can write copious amounts of words once I have an idea that inspires me. Without inspiration, I have no words. Inspire me, please. What is faith?
In happier news, I attended a writing class taught by Nancy Pickard, a highly-regarded mystery writer. She was very pleasant, interesting, and informative. Regrettably, I hadn't read any of her books, as my tastes in mysteries tend to the gentle medieval ones (Brother Cadfael, I love thee) or the proper Victorian ones (my dear Sherlock Holmes). I may have to rectify that.
Speaking of writing, I have a 25-page paper due for class in about a week. Have I started? No. I have no ideas. I can write copious amounts of words once I have an idea that inspires me. Without inspiration, I have no words. Inspire me, please. What is faith?
