It's taken a long time, but I finally—FINALLY—have a couple of tomatoes showing up on my tomato plant. They're little yet, but they're actually growing pretty quickly. It shouldn't be too much longer before one of them fits in the palm of my hand. I also found out what the odd looking buds on my... Continue Reading →
Anticipation is such an important part of a novel. It keeps us readers turning pages, our stomachs in knots, and every muscle tense as we wait to find out what happens next. And today's excerpt, from On a City Street, by Pat Wahler, is absolutely dripping with it. I could write more in this little... Continue Reading →
Up until last weekend, I hadn't baked in, oh, three months, maybe? I don't know why I stayed away from it for so long; maybe it was a lack of time, maybe it was the same burn-out that affected my writing, or maybe it was something else entirely. Regardless, I dove back into it over... Continue Reading →
My strawberries are growing, but not nearly as quickly as they normally do. The plant itself is doing really well; it's getting big and it's super green. But the berries themselves? There's room for improvement. A few have come in so far, but they haven't gotten very big. I think the largest is maybe the... Continue Reading →
There's two things I really like about the purple flowers I planted this year: their name (I mean, Super Elfins? How can you not appreciate that?), and how soft and small they are. These ones aren't much more than two or three inches big, and have some of the softest petals I've ever felt. And... Continue Reading →
Miranda Burski 