Month: May 2012
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Clematis Ever After or My Brown Thumb
When we first moved into our home I spent the first summer plucking things out of the flower bed. I left a few weeds to see what they might become and discovered I had been murdering columbines by the bushel.
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Fiction Friday – Poorhouse – If Walls Could Talk
The insane and infirm were given their own shelter, shared, I heard, with those who were dying from tuberculosis. It was a grim time.