Phyllis' Blog

Moments and experiences come and go so quickly, and often we fail to see them for their value in our lives. We don’t take time to ponder them and take a second look at them. I believe to find the wonder in the world, we should be taking a second look at simple things. That’s what I like to blog about – those plain, every-day, nondescript moments that can delight us if we but look.

Holding On to April

Can anything be better than April? In the Texas Hill Country, we drive through carpeted miles of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush. We’ve seen the arrival of the hummingbirds, the stripping of the Nandina berries by the cedar waxwings, and the return of the cliff swallows. We’ve even had enough rain and fog to make these…

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Danger and Dip Nets

A few years ago, we planted creeping fig in three places next to some posts holding up the pergola in our backyard. I had already learned my lesson about planting a trumpet vine in one little corner to climb the fence, but I thought creeping fig was safer. It wasn’t. It was like kudzu. Not…

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Nothing Pictures Hope Like…

It’s springtime in the Texas Hill Country, that hopeful time when the green returns. Spring brought with its green a carpet of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush and a brand new experience for me. Through my years of gardening, I have planted seeds, seedlings, bulbs, bare-root roses, flowers, shrubs, herbs and vegetables, but I never planted…

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Fresh Wind in the Rose Garden

If having your coffee brought to your dressing table every morning (along with a fresh rose from the garden many mornings) means you’re spoiled, then I’m just one shaving away from ruination. I’ve read that a woman doesn’t know what a patient man she married until she sees him fishing. Now I’ve been fishing with…

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New Beginnings

Spring has arrived in the Texas Hill Country, bringing with it a bumper crop of blue bonnets and birds and shades of green we haven’t seen since last April. Oh, and the spring breezes? I’ve never been so grateful for screen doors which allow me to feel them. It’s almost like I’m listening to Spring…

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Resurrection Lesson

Years ago, when our grandchildren were still young, we hosted GRAND KAMP—a week of fun activities for grandparents and our grandchildren only. It meant a week of boxed macaroni and cheese (they like the stuff) and wieners sliced and boiled to look like an octopus. (They’re teenagers and still talk about that.) Now you can’t…

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