Welcome, March! Finally, the snow is melting, the sun's rays are noticeably stronger, and my winter mood is lifting too. For me, when March rolls around, it's usually time to think about planting flower seeds. But last fall, I tried something different. I planted hardy annual seeds in September and broadcast wildflower seeds after the first hard freezes in November. As a lifelong Ohioan, I had never heard of doing such a thing in our neck of the woods. But I had accidently stumbled upon a method of early planting of certain seeds and decided to take a risk.
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A Tale of Two Bottoms
The warning was not heeded, so the consequence was administered.
Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
Chores were a normal part of my childhood and were likely an expectation for you in your Good Old Days too. My parents didn’t think twice about assigning jobs to each of their five kids to keep our household running smoothly and our property looking presentable. There were no questions asked. Most of the time. When I was in middle school, one of my least favorite chores was dusting. But I...
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It was the mid-1960s and still a time of manners and respect. We called every adult "Mr." or "Mrs.," the nuns "Sister," and the priests "Father"—and you never misbehaved in public. Well, actually I should amend that to say that if you did misbehave in public, you got it right then and there. And "it" was never pleasant. Mom had taught us to never crawl up on things at the grocery store, be it...
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