Well, what a week off from school this is turning out to be.  One might think that I would be resting and relaxing.  But such is not the case.  I had told Mark, the better half, that I would be…

After Mother died, I was walking down the driveway at the Windy Knoll and wondered what would happen to all of her beautiful hydrangeas that line that walk.  Many were “strutting their stuff” (Mother’s saying).  I thought of the shady…

At 89 years young, Daddy has scaled back the size of his garden.  I can remember the times when he would haul tomatoes to the house by the wheelbarrow full.  Wow, was that ever work!  But, the rewards during the…

NOTE from Russ Austin: I am sorry I just have to add this to Beth’s post, I did not talk to her about this but it is to funny. Beth has several NEW post to put up. But the title…

Remember last February when John and I both planted tomato seed and mine came up but John’s didn’t? Well, I nurtured those tiny plants along and got them in the garden at the right time.  Those tiny seeds have furnished…

It is that time of year again.  I can just hear Mother asking Daddy what they would do with all the vegetables that were coming out of the garden.  Well, Daddy’s garden is much smaller than it used to be…

Update:  Mother sat up a long while yesterday.  Her bed transformed into a recliner!  She had some company of family and a most cherished friend.  That friend knows who she is and Mother is so happy that you came.  Continue…

Guest Writer:  Beth Littlejohn While I was staying at the Windy Knoll earlier this week I took time to see what was blooming in the front of the house and ohhhhh my, was I in “hog heaven”! The first thing…