CH Musings

For the past 20 years of living in Arkansas, I have dreamed of a bountiful harvest. Every year, I begin with more optimism than anyone cou...

My green thumb has to be a recessive gene, because I have more trouble trying to grow food here in Arkansas than anyone should have to. I ke...

One word exemplifies my philosophy; simplify. Though I already was a plant-lover, maintaining about 30 of my own house plants in what wa...

The garden is finally planted. All the doctor visits are out of the way for at least six more months, John is doing well at physical therapy...

Days are getting shorter. All the windows in the house are open and gentle breezes are wafting through the house. I feel like I can b...

Springtime Azaleas  One of my favorite summertime tasks is watering the gardens. That is a good thing, because it never seems to rain at...

Lately, there have been a few forks in the road of my quilting quest. The latest took me down a dirt path--quite literally. I've been do...