This morning I was sitting at the Starbucks in Belle Vernon, the closest one to our house in Lover, PA. Kurt’s already back to work in Coshocton, Ohio and after a week having him mostly to myself day and night, it was extra hard to wake up and be alone. My phone is quiet (I … More Sequoias in the Garden of Gethsemane and the Douchebag in Starbucks
1. Oops! Did you forget? You have less than 12 hours to enter to win a special hardcover edition of Stardust. signed by Neil Gaiman!! 2. The two things that came to my mind worked perfectly for this week’s photo challenge on the word “green.” I thought of “green” as in environmentalism and “green” as … More Green: Riding Bikes in the Viet Nam Countryside (Weekly Photo Challenge)
“Smelled!” I meant “Have you ever smelled a birch tree?” Lick it? Who would do sucha thing…?
I didn’t see my first Monarch this year until September 28th, at the Chautauqua Festival in Madison, Indiana. On our trips home this summer from Kurt’s work I had been watching the caterpillars. (I call them Pittsburgh-pillars, because of their black and yellow coloring.) I didn’t follow-up to see how many cocoons I could find … More The Butterfly at Chautauqua. Are Monarchs Going Extinct?
I get it. I get it! “The bee’s knees!” As I was taking close-up photographs with my camera phone on a morning river walk in Coshocton, Ohio, I was mesmerized by the fluffy yellow leg warmers a particular honeybee had accumulated on his many treks over the aster flowers. I was so full of love … More Bee’s Knees and…Gnat Testicles?: Coshocton River Walk, Part 2
*Disclaimer: don’t eat dandelions to cure your diabetes. This is just a blog. I am not a doctor. You are not a lab rat. And we are certainly not crazy hippie/sters. 😉 Wait. Are we…? One thing I’ve learned from the occasionally self-obsessing ruminations on The Heritage Trail in Madison and responses from wonderful readers … More Coshocton River Walk, Part 1: Dandelions and Diabetes
I’m determined. Apparently. I spent more than an hour this morning trying to photo-match and confirm the name of one flower, just to ensure my blog is accurate. I hate writing “tiny white flowers” if I can describe it more accurately, and in this case more interestingly, like “poisonous white snakeroot.” (I need to do … More Tom Hanks Has Nothing to Do with My Milk Sickness Metaphor
Crumbling Bridge. Heritage Trail. “Mine.”
So many more photos of yesterday’s whale watching adventure than one post could handle. As you might remember, weekends are not writing blogs for me, just photo blogs. So enjoy these additional pictures, and I’ll write to you again Monday. Love, Marla
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