Ellie Coral's online workbench… mind the mess.
As a revived fan of Patrick F. McManus, I’m trying to make up for lost time by reacquainting myself with this works, like Whatchagot Stew: A Memoir of an Idaho Childhood, with Recipes and Commentaries, a (mostly) nonfiction volume he wrote with his sister, Patricia McManus Gass (real OGs know her as The Troll). You…
One of the few joys I get from living in a rural area is coming across wildlife. Finding tree frogs in the smallest of spaces in the backyard is probably my best recent memory. A couple of times, I even managed to put a finger inside and gently pat their squishy little heads. I’m sure…
These furry loaves are lucky I can’t run that fast anymore, because I would give them such a loving on their little bunny heads, yes, I would, and I’ll give their little feetsies all the kisses they can handle, yes, my little long-eared darlings *further devolves into nauseating cutesy speak*
I’ve started taking morning walks around the backyard. Some mornings it’s quiet enough to hear the rabbits leaping across the grass. Other mornings I can hear construction in the farmer’s field where new townhouses are being built. One day, this will no longer be a truly rural area and just another extension of the sprawling…