It’s good to be back and yes, herbs are growing, healthy is no longer secondary, happiness has returned and passion finally drives my soul once again. I decided to share some of my Herbal wisdom with everyone who read my blogs. It could be a medicinal herb, or a recipe or a gardening tip, storage…
LET IT GROW
No, I wasn’t talking about my hair, or my legs or height, or my bank account or the number of times I’ve been to France. (mais j’avoue j’adore la France) I was talking about my new seedlings and plants for the vegetable garden. Cardoon, heirloom tomatoes, (including Cherokee Purple and German Johnson) cucumbers, yellow squash,…
LOVE
Merriam Webster’s dictionary definition of the word love is quite lengthy. I was surreptitiously surprised to see all of the definitions of this frequently used noun. Mom always says that it’s proper to love people and to like places and things. I used to be in love with Frank, and I certainly believed that I was…
MEMORIES
Those thoughts that enter our minds while we are driving or just looking up into the sky. While gazing through the clouds one day, it came to me. A thought provoking memory about my 1st grade teacher, Lucy Gardner, who was also my Mother’s 1st grade teacher, and my Sister’s 1st grade teacher, at New…
Macon
I decided one Summer to take a few days off and go exploring. I’d always wanted to see the rural areas of Georgia so off I headed to Macon. We got there very early on a Wednesday morning and drove around downtown. The first thing I noticed were the beautiful churches with their huge spires…
Biltmore
Asheville is such a beautiful and picturesque community. It’s where locals and natives meet Florida transplants and retirees and the occasional Cecil, Qualley, Haynes or famous criminal defense attorney. I spent 4 wonderful years of my life in this majestic mountain town, living on a farm, raising chickens, growing vegetables, learning to fire weapons, buying…
Atlanta
Maybe it was all a “surrealistic pillow…” maybe it was just a dream…maybe I got on the MARTA train and it got sucked up in the Vortex winding me in and out and up and down and sideways, floating through a Spaghetti Junction again and again and up into the heavens of Polaris while suddenly…
Farming
My Mom was born into a family of farmers. Mom’s Father, Barry Thorne, farmed his land and he grew corn, tobacco and cotton… I guess that’s where I get a lot of my work ethic from, my family heritage. Farmers… those under praised heroes who grow for a living and work by the sweat of…
Pamela C Armstrong 