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Author Archives: Debbie
Knowledge is Power
I can always count on my blogging friends to solve mysteries for me, and it’s happened yet again.
How Tall is Your Corn?
“Knee high by the Fourth of July” used to be the benchmark for farmers trying to determine whether their corn crop was on track.
And once upon a time, it was accurate.
That was before. Now, thanks to technology, farmers are able to plant their crops earlier, the seeds are sturdier, and the plants respond.
Check out this plot of field corn (used for animals, not humans):
Corn plants growing in rows
Duck Duck Swoop
Remember my post last year when I helped Domer rid his front door of a bird’s nest?
Well, guess what? It’s nesting season.
Again.
And poor Domer is fighting the swooping birds in the Land of the North.
All by himself.
He’s not happy about it.
Patient Waiting
Patience is a virtue
Possess it if you can.Seldom found in woman,
Never found in man. — author unknown.
Those who know me can vouch that I’m not famous for patience.
Never have been.
Start Seeing Miracles
A few weeks ago, my mom saw a fuchsia hanging basket and she had to have it.
In fact, she had to have two.
What’s not to like about fuchsia? They make lovely pink and purple flowers which cascade delicately over the side of a container.
Hanging fuchsia plant
The day we brought home our find, the “fun” started.
Lifelong Learning After Graduation
Last year at this time, My Favorite Domer was walking across the stage to accept his university diploma.
I was fretting over everything from the weather (which I couldn’t control) to what to wear (which I could). And somehow, the things I worried about faded into the background, Domer graduated, and flew far from my nest, off to the Land-of-the-North.
Where he’s thrived.
My Home Away From Home
Sometimes we’re fortunate to find a place we can call ‘Home’ even though we don’t live there.
A place that satisfies our deepest yearnings. That feels so comfortable and ‘right’ we can’t imagine not spending time there.
For me, that place is Gulfport, MS, nestled on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, midway between New Orleans and Mobile.
Thanks, Mom
Does it sound crazy for me to admit that, as Mother’s Day approaches on Sunday, I feel conflicted over the occasion?
The Things We Do for Beauty
“I do not think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday.” — Abraham Lincoln.
If I had it to do all over again, I’d never sunbathe.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 