An abandoned dairy near my house has become a rest stop for migrating birds–mostly Canada geese–and I can’t help slowing my car on mornings after I’ve dropped my daughter at school to gaze out into the field and watch the birds. Last week, I did a double-take when I noticed white
The Deadly Sin of Patio Furniture Envy
Plenty of people have stuff I don’t have–big houses, expensive cars, jewelry, and whatever else excessive disposable income buys. My budget has more limits.
But I’m no saint. I’m not immune to the cult of buying. Plastic picture frames, cheap throw rugs, and other unnecessary hoarder-in-training debris are scattered about my house.
Believe me,
I’m not a gardener, but I planted this stuff.
Gardening isn’t my thing. Not because I don’t like it, but because I forget to do important tending activities. Watering, for example.
In my house, only plants like spider plants survive because they can live on air for weeks.
But every spring I get the same itch that the rest of you