A Pilgrimage to my own Backyard

At first, I didn’t know Evans Bowen very well. But I certainly was in awe of her. She was a filled-with-grace-and-wisdom Southern woman. I was a slightly-rough-around-edges Northerner who was out of her home state for only the third time in her fifty-something years. Not…

Confessions of a Crappy Gardener

So as you can tell from prior posts, I am elbow deep in my initiative embrace my new inner Green Thumb.  However, if past history repeats itself, it will more likely be an outer Black Thumb….but I am willing to give gardening another try. Last…