So I heard from several people (my mother included) that the reason they weren't commenting is the Google I.D. requirement. I thought th...

Here is the requested photo of me. Have I mentioned my startling resemblance to Cousin It? Sara and Carolyn win yesterday's guessing gam...

This is a picture of (part of) the garden. The question of the day is: Can you identify those blue things sitting in the middle of the red p...

I have been vastly underwhelmed by all the lurkers commenting. BECAUSE NONE OF YOU DID. AND I CAN STILL HEAR YOU BREATHING. Not that I am bi...

I think this blog, like most, has a lot of lurkers. Lurkers are people who read regularly, but never comment. BUT I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THER...

I cleaned the gutters yesterday--gutters packed full of a half-composted, festering mass of leaves, spruce needles, and black walnuts. So I ...

Yesterday, I wrestled with a sheep. Today, my muscles are in screaming agony. It's all part of the fun of shearing. There is a professio...