Mid-October. Fall blasted into our mountain town this early a.m. with an arctic chill as I pulled the mostly dead and dying tomato plants out of our once splendid garden. I tried to save the last few tomatoes but they were greenish and half frozen, oozing juice and probably left out in the mountain cold for two …
I missed the week we had fall. We were out-of-town vacationing down San Diego way for seven days the one week we had glorious rain storms in our small mountain town. I missed days of rumbling thunder, lightning and hail that sent my kitty cats running under couches in terror. I missed afternoons cuddling up …
Every where I went in Wales people stared at my teeth. Perhaps it was because of how shiny white they were. Whilst many people have to ask questions like “are crest whitestrips safe for pregnancy“, I didn’t have to so getting my teeth to look great is easier for me. I could just read reviews …
The hills are a dry, dusty dirt mess as I head out of town. This drought is destroying our once beautiful national forest. Years ago when I commuted this mountain highway to work in the spring time the hills would be a bright and vibrant green reminding me of Ireland, a foreign …
I feel like my heart is breaking this morning for the little mountain community of Idyllwild. I have been cursing, coughing and hating the thick blanket of smoke that hangs over my own mountain town for two days now. My little rural mountain town sits one mountain range and about forty miles away from …