The car

Long before the controversy of the Boy Scouts started, by son was one of them. I know that they will have a change of heart or I should say wallet, & be the honorable Boy Scouts once again. One of the rights of passage is “the Car” my son & my wonderful husband hold it…

A History lesson in my gardens yesterday

 A History lesson in my gardens yesterday

In the middle ages, they would put hay & scented herbs on the floor as deodorizers, they called them ‘rushes’. I can’t imagine the smell of men then. Although, woman couldn’t have been too far behind. Last year, my full time working husband & his beloved uncle painted our house. Sadly, my traveling working husband has not found the time to put the screens back on the windows. It has been in the 70s for a few weeks & in the past I would open every window & let the fresh air clean out the old. Starting fresh for Rosh Hashanah or the Jewish New Year. Fall has always been a time to begin again for me. And air out the damn house. Instead of open windows, I bring in the herbs i’ve grown from my gardens. Among the flowers, mostly mums, cosmos, black-eyed susans & bee filled hydrangea (the bush gave me two more blue blossoms this fall, I always think of them as a good bye & a gift) Among my flowers I stuck in Rosemary, Mint, Lavender & a little thyme. No fresh air, but fresh flowers & herbs do help.

The State of our Union

The State of our Union

Even our Union is broken. Congressman & woman fight with one another, who do they work for? Us, not the money, vote them out, the ones who refuse to compromise, vote them out of office, no matter their party. I am married to my opposite, but we’ve learned to compromise with each other. Because we are grown ups. Because we love each other & what we are, a family. We (it is ‘we’ isn’t it? People & the land are ‘we’), as a country, are giving up & pulling out. I drive down our roads & there is nothing to see but FOR SALE signs. This is NOT who we are. We have families, we have homes with friends & dogs & cats & birds & fish… These are the things that define who we are, do you really want to sell WHO we are? But who am I to say this? Nobody, really. I’m just one vote. But I’m paying attention & these ribbons say it all.