Henry Flagler with a blueberry on his head. Bearded Dragons love berries. We almost named him "Raspberry," because he had a fuchsia face from pounding down so many berries when we first saw him. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places … Continue reading Bearded Dragons are the Craziest Pets
As it is not one swallow or a fine day that makes a spring, so it is not one day or a short time that makes a man blessed and happy.Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics I came across this 2017 article from Forbes recently, 13 Things Mentally Strong Parents Don't Do, and thought I would share it … Continue reading Raising children that flourish and will be taken seriously
Of the two bald eaglets in our neighborhood nest, Jules and Romy, both have now fledged the nest. Jules just up flew the nest for good a while back, though the fine folks at the American Eagle Federation think Mom and Dad are taking care of her off-site, bringing her food and teaching her to … Continue reading Two fledglings!
I spent most of my youth in Doc Martens and Vans, so it was kind of hilarious that I found these for our daughter. Yes, they do leave a trail of glitter everywhere. I wish I could still get away with wearing stuff like this in public.
This has been a surreal day so far. It is normal to have tornado outbreaks across the Deep South as the seasons change, and I associate this time of year as being all rain, all the time. (Hey, at least it's good for my gardens.) The storms from the last couple of weeks have been … Continue reading Homeschooling by flashlight
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to loseNothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't freeKris Kristofferson, Me and Bobby McGee One of the silver linings of this moment in time is that it has turned our neighborhood into The Sandlot. Our daughter is finally getting the childhood we'd always wished she'd have during … Continue reading The secret language of children
Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of--something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat's side? Are not all lifelong friendships born … Continue reading The art of noticing
It has now been two years since we first moved to Florida. It was a bittersweet move, considering that my giant, 200-pound English Mastiff, Duke of Glenn's Creek (Duke) passed away in the hours right after we closed on our new beach house. He had been eleven-and-a-half years old - according to the vet, the … Continue reading The Duke of Glenn’s Creek
Elise: Mommy! I saw an ominous car in our neighborhood! Me: Ominous in what respect? You think the people looked suspicious? Elise: No, the car was driving and it did not have a person behind the wheel. It stopped in front of Linda's house and then it kept going and there was NO ONE INSIDE. … Continue reading Eight-year-old word play
As I explained in an earlier post, my husband got tired of driving to PetCo to get crickets for Elise's very hungry bearded dragon every other day. So he bought 500 crickets online and put them in a previously unused terrarium in our daughter's room. And they have been making their sweet, sweet music all … Continue reading Perhaps letting an 8-year-old be a cricket farmer was a bad idea