Making our votes count
Today we executed our plan to vote! Mama and I deposited our signed ballots in a secure drop box at the county building. We didn’t even have to get out […]
Beautiful morning at the market
Today was probably my last trip to the farmer’s market until next year. I’ll miss my recent Saturday morning excursions, but our cherished Emerald Beaut pluot season is ending and […]
Our plan to vote
Our permanent absentee ballots arrived in the mail today and we are excited to execute our plan to vote! Having already received our sample ballots last month, Mama and I […]
Mama’s extraordinary birthday
There’s no denying it. The day started with a very special cupcake. Because that’s who we are. And when you turn 78, you’re allowed to begin breakfast with a cupcake! […]
Cleaning the air inside our home
A new, fast-spreading wildfire burning nearby has forced thousands to evacuate. We are thankfully safe at home indoors, tracking the fire’s progress, and texting friends on the evacuated side of […]
Pretty much the only reason we leave the house
Outside of emergency medical or dental care, picking up our favorite Emerald Beaut pluots from the farmers’ market has been the only reason we’ve left the house in September. We […]
Blue tongues and a promise fulfilled
Mama and I have always maintained our childlike love of cotton candy. It’s not a treat we enjoy often (or even annually), but it brings back many fond memories. When […]
Peach pie for breakfast kind of week
I’d been craving a peach pie for weeks after my home baking plans were derailed due to overripe homegrown peaches. So I was beyond thrilled when my best friend’s husband […]
Beautiful zinnias from seeds
Fatigue hit me like a wall today, but I managed a walk through our backyard garden in the evening. There I discovered our pink and white zinnias in full bloom […]
A distanced visit and gorgeous flowers
After nearly five months of isolation, Mama and I had our first social outing today. We visited our friend and local artist Nina Bonos, who invited us to her garden […]
