The full text: In Congress, July 4, 1776 The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station…
She’s just silly…and huge. Baby bobcat, indeed. Duxbridge Mysteries: Recipe for Murder is with the editor – a couple of rewrites in July and then it should be good to go! Watch this space.
On a whim this year, instead of petunias, I filled my window boxes with moss roses and I’m so glad I did. They are such a fun confetti of colors. Filled with bees and I’m waiting for the butterflies. It’s my view as I sit here and edit Duxbridge Mysteries: Recipe for Murder
All you need to know about Willow’s personality is what happened this morning. I was cleaning the litterbox (around the same time every morning) and she jumped in, looked at me, and proceeded to do her business. Like, never mind what I was doing. Most cats wait until AFTER you clean it to go mess…
I don’t know how this peony survives. It’s in the backyard, where it gets run over by wrestling puppies and careless lawnmowers. The ducks trample it when the shoots are just emerging…and yet it flourishes. Trixie decided she needed to be part of the action. She’ll be eight months old in a week.
Walked into the living room to this: I guess the two youngest members of the household are friends.
I think I may have walked in on something here, LOL I’m hard at work on finishing up Duxbridge Mysteries: A Recipe For Murder Just tying up some loose plot ends and ready to edit.
Not sure what is going on here. Poor Scout.
She’s six months old this week and not sure how it’s gone so fast. Although, she has not problem being a lap dog. The amazing shrinking panda bear. And obligatory Easter puppies. She’s just the best puppy. Sweet as can be, listens, and learns quickly. And aside from her recent predilection for chewing on inappropriate…
I spent yesterday cleaning up the yard in anticipation of Spring Equinox. Taking stock of what survived the winter and what will need to be replaced. While there is no sign of an Iris or Pussy Willow after this harsh winter, I was happy to see it looks like only one bunch of daisies will…
Annie DeMoranville 