The Dahlia Show is at Longwood Gardens!!
Earlier this summer, I had proselytized on behalf of Benary Giant Zinnia.
But I’m amending that recommendation…
Front Porch – Part 2 of 3 – where we paint stuff, and then paint more stuff.
When I used to give people directions to our house, I would tell them to look for the skinny blue house with bright purple shutters.
And purple foundation. And purple doors. And purple eaves.
And purple everything.
The Day I Moved To Texas… a love letter to my best friend on her birthday.
It was fall of 1999 when Lara and I moved to Texas. We were twenty-two and we packed up her old-but-reliable car. Loading and overflowing the trunk and backseat with our vital and unnecessary crap.
This is Lara.
Lara and I have known each other since we were thirteen. In some ways, we haven’t changed at all. In some ways, it was like two thirteen-year-olds taking a road trip. That’s how exciting it was. Like someone had given our younger selves the keys to a car, some money, and a map.
Front Porch – Part 1 – a saga in three acts… Similar to War and Peace. In Russian. Except about paint and power washing. And in English.
I haven’t written about the house for over a month now… Incase you thought that was because we magically finished? We didn’t.
