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We garden where it’s high and oh so dry…where the deer and the buffalo roam.

Friends, I do believe I forgot to steer the ship! You must go check out my gal pal Lois's cool blog, she is here. Lois and I have spent many an hour together on buses, traveling to gardens to and fro and yakking our heads...

I believe the actual title of the song is "We Shall Gather at the River." See, my mama's family is devout Catholic; but my daddy, rest his wicked soul, sent me to Methodist Sundy school. Yup, Sundy. He called the preacher:...

Never mind the river. That song just popped into my noggin as I was getting ready to type. Let's get some stuff together for our patio decorations. All Martha Stewart like. So, get your team of hired help together, sharpen your felcos...

The good men at THE RIVER RADIO, Ken and Timmy, have made me an offer I can't possibly refuse. They groveled and whined and begged me to keep them company in the dark days of winter. They want to know what goes...

I have two brown turkey figs, now residing in the garage (with enormous scary boxes and piles of who-knows-what else), waiting to be potted up and to go dormant for winter. Not really sure how to go about this - so anyone with...

Do this: Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. - Elizabeth Lawrence And chant this while sitting and watching: October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came- The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the...

Clickety click (as one of my friends says) over to this site: Red Dirt Ramblings. See what our lovely Dee has goin on in Oklahoma. She was one of my hosts at the big 5 day Oklahoma City shindig for Garden Writers. ...