6 Generations

Cassie was the last pet Tom and I shared. She was there with us when Tom was dying, sleeping by his side, licking his head those last hours ...

  I am already deep into the gardening year of 2025. The two bulbs of amaryllises that were given to me over ten years ago have multiplied o...

In 2024, my front yard garden included nostalgic plants such as Irises and miniature Gladiolas, plants my grandmother Margaret Cole Dugat gr...

  I began my gardening project with a neglected flower bed at the front of my house. I enlarged it. Before Tom died, I promised him that I w...

We all want to be remembered. A few weeks ago I attended at a local park a tree walk led by a man knowledgeable about trees. Tom was uppermo...

  This week temperatures are supposed to reach 90 F for the first time this year. We have had such a lovely cool spring in the Atlanta area,...

  I have in my house anywhere from 400-500 books, roughly calculated. These books range from poetry to histories of people and civilizations...

  Cleaning up our Arizona garden alone, spring and summer 2020 The last five months of Tom's life we spent in Old River, Texas, staying ...

  In late August of 2020, I sold our house in Arizona and in September moved to Georgia where my husband and I had lived before, near Atlant...

  My husband was a very private man, and he did not want me to blog our grief as he died of lung cancer. And so I stopped writing on my blog...

Fourteen months ago Tom died, my Tom, husband of 41 years and teenage boyfriend for four years before those forty-one. He died with grace, m...

Irises at Armand Bayou Nature Center Our lives have been upended with Tom's diagnosis of cancer. The clinical trial he participates ...