Cuddly, black, meek? I cared for sheep on my parents farm when I was young. I also bought a flock the year before I married. The older ewes were skittish and wary of our presence. Unless of coarse we were carrying a bucket of delicious pellets for them to nibble on. They also didn't mind our presence when they were about to lamb. Shaking some fresh straw in their pen, hanging a heat lamp to warm the new arrival when it tumbled into our world, …
Bee Kind
Butt In Chair Right in the butt! Just hours before I was to sit down for four days of inspirational information provided by SCBWI's Summer Spectacular I was stung in the rear while mowing my lawn. Recalling Bruce Coville's, as well as many other's, suggestion of (BIC or Butt In Chair) as to how one can achieve their goals, the last thing I wanted to do was put my sore, swollen, itchy rear end in a chair. I sat on the edge of my chair …
Planting Seeds
Wanted or Weed. Today's the one year anniversary of my mom's passing. She planted seeds that will grow on and on. I use to think it was my father who instilled my love for growing my own food and nurturing plants to make my home beautiful and welcoming. As I gathered salad greens last night with my daughter, who helped me plant them, I realized, however, it was my mother who had introduced me to gardening in just that same way I'd …