botany and bookends

Category: everyday life

  • our days…

    “Our day is but a path we tread, a gentle walk among possibilities.” – Kent Nerburn

  • lemons as neighbors

    We certainly know we’re no longer in the midwest when we come home to a bag of fresh lemons on our front porch. Our neighbors…

  • Deeply thankful.

    Since Scott works next week, we decided to have our Thanksgiving dinner together on Friday. When your family is sitting down to turkey next Thursday…

  • I bought a thing. I did a thing.

    As a plant seller on FB Marketplace, I have not been much of a buyer until recently. I have picked up a couple of cool…

  • for this moment.

    2020. Dude. We are tired. Just like you, I have felt overwhelmed and confused and demotivated and quite frankly, just SAD this year. I lost…

  • THE LOVE U GIVE

      I spent the day reading THE HATE U GIVE. I would like to say it’s eerily ironic that the storyline is so similar to…

  • Start small.

      Discouraged. Frustrated. Lost. Broken. How does a middle-class, middle-aged white woman with a janky back who likes to read and mess with plants, make…

  • Patio, Pups and Projects

    Our neighbor had an intrusive tree removed last year that made a lot of sense for her. Cleared up her backyard nicely. But this spring…

  • T I L L Y

    Just like my own kids, I have done a lousy job of recording our newest family member’s life. Meet Tilly. Officially: Matilda Corona Sutherland (April…

  • These Are Puzzling Times…

    I am not a jigsaw puzzle doer. Oh sure – I’ve paused at the table a few moments to work out a piece or two…

  • The Colors of Quarantine

    One of the smaller home projects I’ve been meaning to get to (thank you, COVID-19 for forcing my hand) is to refresh my home office/library/blog-writing…

  • This is 55.

    Scott and I had a few days off together around my birthday. A double nickel birthday… that seems impossible. My mind completely disagrees. I have…