Hey Everyone! About a month ago I took a long-weekend respite in the mountains of North Carolina, and while I posted a couple of pics and a video to the Half Fast and Classy Facebook page, I just realized I still haven’t shared it to the blog. Egads! I’ve been in high gear (well, higher than usual for me, which is probably still medium gear for most!) with the yard and haven’t found as much time to write as I would like. With that said, let’s make this mountain trip post mostly visual, shall we? Yay! It’s good to give
Even though there is no official record of it (I’ll get to that), I checked off another state on my quest to complete a 5K in every state–woot woot! It was a quick 24-hour trip shared with my dear friend, Janet. It began with a Google search of Virginia 5K races in map view, I chose one that looked to be an easy drive from home, I registered for the YMCA 2017 Lakefest 5K in Clarksville, and off we went. While it was less than two hours away, nearly the entire drive was on back roads which had us wondering if
“When the path reveals itself, follow it” is a quote from Cheryl Strayed’s book of quotes Brave Enough. Admittedly, I’m a sucker for a good quote, but this one resonated with me. Although the words first hit me as revelatory, I realize that following paths is exactly what I’ve been doing my entire life, and it’s been a beautiful, difficult, messy, grand journey. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. If you have not read Strayed’s Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, you’re missing out. It is about love, loss, the choices we make, and never
Last week’s spurt of container gardening to pretty up the approach to my yard has got me thinking back to my gardening roots. I have never been much of a flower gardener (aside from the occasional potted plant on my deck), but Mom and Dad loved their vegetable garden, and by extension, it became part of my life, too, albeit briefly. Our first garden that I can recall was when I was 10 years old and we had just moved from Illinois to Wisconsin. We rented the downstairs of a small, two-story house in the middle of farm country and forest.
Do you have a piece of yard that is more like cement than soil? Petrified clay, perhaps? Or maybe you rent and don’t want to dig into the land as though it were your own? Planter or container gardening might be just the thing for you! In front of my house, there is a triangular patch of ground that lies between my fence and the parking area, and it’s divided nearly in half by a paver path to my gate. At the wide end, there is a bit of grass, a good amount of moss, and a rotting stump. At