So over it…

Today I am using my blog as a place to air my opinions.  I do not want to cause a discussion in my comment section, I just want to state some things. I am a Northern born Yankee.  I lived the first part of my life north of the Mason-Dixon line.   I learned about the

Searching for Happily Ever After…

Hubby and I are on a quest of sorts…  We are in the process of finding our forever after home.  Being a military couple, we have had our share of moving.  Granted, we were at one place for almost 28 years, but, we did have one move during that time. This is hopefully the last

A Job well Done…

We live in an area surrounded by oak trees and pine trees.  The ice storm a couple of weeks ago brought down several pine branches which were hauled away last week. This week hubby and I started yard work.  He went and mowed the first of the weeds  at the beginning of the week.  I

Ponds…. 31 Days of Observing…

31 Days Observing There are ponds all over the low country.  It seems that most neighborhoods have at least one pond.  Our first house had a beautiful pond in the back yard.  It was a graceful looking pond.  It butted up to the marsh and there were lovely pines and palmetto trees and marsh grasses. 

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig….

Walking the dog this morning the nursery rhyme, “To Market, to market” came into my mind.  I remembered the past couple weeks of bouncing Little Man on my knees and repeating this rhyme to him.  The last line, home again, home again, jiggety-jig stuck in my mind. It was a beautiful fall morning and my first

Just Below the Surface…

We live in South Carolina.  That is not news, really.  South Carolina is a beautiful state, and here in the low country we have beautiful waterways and marshes that are set around our landscape.  Most housing areas contain at least one pond.  These ponds always come with a warning, “Alligators may live here.  No pets. No

When the clever escapes you

Sometimes clever posts escape me.  I go about my week looking at everything with potential blog post eyes.  Sometimes little things happen and I know that what just happened will make great posts.  I love those opportunities. The past couple days I have wanted to write.  My heart desire was to sit down and compose

The Lake

About a week ago I called a friend of mine in San Diego.  I called to give her our new address and phone number, since I hadn’t talked with her for a while. As I was about to begin telling her about our move, she said, are you settled?  This caused me to question how

When it rains…

As a child I often sat on my bed in northwestern Pennsylvania dreaming of growing up and moving to California.  I dreamed of sunny beaches and big houses and being rich enough to flourish there.  I don’t know why I ever thought of that, but I did.  I guess it didn’t help with the Mommas

Nature was still

Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw. This is today’s Daily Prompt.  At first I wasn’t going to write on it.  I have a beautiful view that I thought I actually saw each day.  But, while waiting for my coffee this morning, I stood at my