8230;Moments to be treasured. When I was about twelve or thirteen, one of my girl friends and I were allowed to take the city bus to Third Avenue. This was the downtown area of our small city, filled with a plethora of small shops and eateries. We felt so grown up on our exciting adventures of lunching and shopping. I remember peering through that door hoping to cat.

These are my small things that count. The earth slowly begins the warming process to encourage plants. One day it might be warm and sunny, but overnight winds bring snow to blanket the earth. Clocks spring forward an hour. An hour lost takes its toll on a body. I mentioned to my hus.

Bees, Bugs and more Bees. I have an over abundance of pollinators in my garden. They are everywhere and that is a good thing. Right? Well, I thought so until I realize that one group of my friendly pollinators has taken up residence in the ground. We are now the proud owner of a large bubble bee colony. There is no mowing near the colony.

Building Bridges Education is all a matter of building bridges. Education is all a matter of building bridges. The transition to a new job, a new family routine, has worn me out.

The art of teaching is the art of assisting discovery. The Poetry Friday Roundup is at My Juicy Little Universe. On Wednesday, he shared a poem about tomatoes which had me eating them for breakfast. Who would not want to, after reading this? Suddenly it is August again, so hot,. I sit on the ground. In the garden of Carmel,. They are so ripe that the skin is split,.

Join me on my journey to raise my daughter to read the word and read the world. Sometimes, when it seems like nothing is going right, we need to take a step back, look around, and count our blessings. Isabelle sits between Sophie and Tiny playing Candyland this morning.

Last summer, I made the decision to disconnect. I logged off Facebook and Instagram for the summer and I did not check my email for ten long weeks. I read only the books I felt like reading and wrote only the things I felt like writing. The result was one of the happiest summers of my lifetime.

Packing Up For The Last Time. I dig slowly through the book bins, checking for beloved texts. Sometimes flipping through, sometimes putting them in my box, most times returning them to the bin. As the books tilt forward I see a sea of my name scrawled on the top of so many of them. The boxes I pack are few. What good will these items be in a basement? I hope you had the time of your life. Gigi was playing with her baby.

SOL August 11, 2015. Listening to a current recording artist during a televised concert on a morning show a few weeks ago I was left saddened and concerned. For every word she uttered the next 5 or 6 words were bleeped. In their happy hunting ground.

The day has finally come for me to say Good-bye. I have knots in my stomach because I have mixed feelings about this challenge ending. I was challenged to write whatever I wanted and people were able to leave a comment if they liked or disliked my writing. I also had the opportunity to learn about other people and enjoy their writing. Different slices everyday inspired me to.