It creeps upon us when we least expect it. One week we are weeding and deadheading from morning till night, then suddenly we are gasping and sweat is pouring down our faces. Read More
When I was growing up, I identified with the wallflower. It had a habit of clinging to walls and I had a habit of clinging to the sidelines of certain social events. Read More
When I was a child, I thought the best parts of a wedding were the bride's dress and the stack cake. Read More
This is one of the funniest Aunt Bett stories I will ever tell you. If you have ever laughed out loud at a most inappropriate time, you will surely understand the quandary I found myself in. A church service is a serious event, but in this one instance.....well, I might as well just take you with me on this little trip back to my twelfth year. Read More
Ahhh, the cornflowers. I can never have enough of them. Read More
Culver's Root scared me to death. Well, even when I was little I was a history buff, and I knew that it had killed Cotton Mather's little girl. Nobody was ever going to get me anywhere near culver's root. If I had to die, it was not going to be by the stalks of a tall skinny plant. Read More
I was as good as gold. I did everything the adults told me to do, particularly if the directive came from Aunt Bett. Read More
Sometimes memories we thought long forgotten become realities again and nearly drive us right out of our gardens. I didn't know what to do about cleavers then, and I really don't know now. Read More
This is not one of my typical stories, but one that is important in its own way. It involves the relationship that developed between me and the black locust that grew in my mother's front yard. Read More
One might think that one great aunt is enough to add spice to your life, but I had another one who added nothing but vinegar. The trouble was, I worried more about her than I worried about Aunt Bett. I shouldn't have, she very nearly outlived me. Read More
There is nothing worse than being a little kid and knowing the adults are talking about something and don't want you to hear. Read More
Sometimes as we grow older, we find that the plants of our childhood have become invasive weeds. I remember making dyes from plants, and making sure that I didn't run out of bitter dock, because its roots made the very best yellow dye. I would stand guard over the patch of bitter dock when anybody was weeding our yard. Read More
Of all the plants Aunt Bett and I gathered from the mountainside, Plantago was her favorite. It would cure most anything, she said. I didn't think it had much going for it as far as looks were concerned, except it came in two different sizes, fat and skinny. She called the fat one Broadleaf; the skinny one was Snakeweed. I made sure I wore my asphidity bag when we gathered the Snakeweed. Read More
I thought I knew all my relatives until I heard the grown ups talking about Aunt Mint. They whispered when her name was mentioned, which only served to get my curiosity going full force. This is a story of whispers and sadness, and how even today it makes me smile. This might be a skeleton in my closet. Read More
There are some things that we know for truth when we are children. Read More
There is nothing more beautiful on an early spring morning than to come upon the lovely trillium, stretching her arms and raising her lovely face to catch a glimpse of the morning sun. But with all that beauty, it is the one thing that spoiled Aunt Bett's wedding day. Read More
I asked Aunt Bett why we couldn't pick that beautiful white flower that bloomed in the evening and on into the night. She sat me down right then and there and told me the story of near death and destruction brought about by the misuse of the Devil's Plant. And she made me promise to never touch Devil's Plant no matter what, 'cause the devil got ahold of anybody who did. Read More
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