I woke in the middle of the night to a thunderstorm, and I enjoyed celebrating this rainy birthday with lunch with a good friend and an ...

It's a new year and time for change. As the dwindling number of posts here recently indicates, I've been bored by this blog.  It i...

The first time I ate a pomegranate seed I was on a school bus, on the rural back roads of North-Central Nebraska, and Lindsay Wagner was s...

It's hard to believe that summer is over.  Pumpkins and butternut squash are ripening in the garden, and will soon be roasting in my ove...

I hate August.  Summer is dying, and the garden is exploding with so much produce that I can't see straight over the steamy fog spewing ...