I read “Hazel’s Magical Gift” from my memoir on Saturday, April 30, and raffled off three of Hazel’s bearded irises.
My kids are very much like my garden. Sometimes they produce the fruit I expect, and sometimes they produce weeds. Other times they wilt and wither until I pour a little love on them. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately because the sun has been shining, and it seems like winter is behind... Continue Reading →