Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
I like ‘High Times in the Tidewater’ posts because it’s a nice way to recap. It reflects the natural ebb and flow of life…and blogging. Low—I’m reading a gripping book during normal blogging minutes. No posts! High—I have a deadline to upload these pictures because they’re hogging all the space on my phone and I…
Leaves piled up knee deep around our walls and fence last fall. We have three beautiful mature trees overshadowing our house. They do fall like they mean it. Last year the lawn service needed to aerate our lawn but it had to be leaf-free. I had a fussy newborn and a husband at sea,…
This colorful festival in Norfolk’s Art District—just two miles from home—was totally fun. I was dressed all wrong. I’d biked with the kids in the chariot to a park to meet Isaac’s preschool girlfriend that morning and I was still dressed for biking. To fit in, I should have worn boots, a mix of loose…
An unholy trinity of discordant pitches hummed near the light above my head as I crouched in the attic, fly swatter poised. Bizzzzzz—flop—squirm—SLAP!—final death wiggle. The yellow jackets land on the lightbulb, slightly fry themselves and fall within reach of my death blow. This was the morning of Isaac’s birthday in the guest room, mere…
I climbed a tree in Chapel Hill, North Carolina last week. We were visiting some old family friends, the Manner-Hesses, and they showed us around the university campus. Their leaves were more progressed color-changing. We were walking through the arboretum when there, shimmering in the sunlight, was this glorious Japanese maple. These are my absolute…
Chris’ departure was such a huge thing for us, but I don’t feel like I have any more to say beyond what the Virginian-Pilot article said. It said it perfectly. Chris loved it and said it started the deployment on a high note. How often do you get to say that? The center picture…
I couldn’t wait to take my parents to the Norfolk Botanical Gardens! Bees buzzed the wildflower meadow, butterflies flitted through the butterfly gardens nearby, we had a picnic of wine, cheese, and farm box apples and bread, and rode bikes all throughout the garden. There was lots of wrastling. Then we took out the canoe…
