Garden work

One of the two garden beds I worked on last week.

Garden work

Garden work is blessed work, but it’s still work. That’s why garden tasks are called chores.

Last Sunday, in Oklahoma, we had a high of 68°F, so I worked my tail feathers off in the two beds facing the street. It was dirty, dusty and glorious.

One of the two garden beds I worked on last week.
One of the two garden beds I worked on last week.

Why dusty? Oklahoma is in the midst of another serious drought. Pray for rain. Do a rain dance. We need rain. Continue reading “Garden work”

A trip to High Line Park

Taking photos of the flora and fauna with the sun at my back makes for interesting shadows at the High Line.

A visit to the New York City and the High Line.

We just returned from New York City. Visiting the Big Apple during the Christmas season was on our bucket list, and this year we made it happen. Bill and I went to Manhattan in February 2008 with Bill’s youngest sister, Maria, and her husband, Curt. I also went as a high schooler when I was seventeen.

A beautiful view of the Hudson River and stark trees against a blue sky on the High Line.
A beautiful view of the Hudson River and stark trees against a blue sky on the High Line.

Last week, we went back to New York with our traveling companions and what fun we had! Part of our visit had to be a trip to High Line Park, located thirty feet above the busy streets near Chelsea Market and the Meatpacking District. Although it was early winter, our visit was still extraordinary. Last summer, I did a lot of research on the High Line for a project, and it was magical to see the abandoned railway and gardens come alive beneath my feet. Continue reading “A trip to High Line Park”