Great grandmother told me of moving to the west (Ohio) in a covered wagon!
The sound of a ruffed grouse “drumming” up romantic interest echoes through the woods and our walls as I sit at my keyboard. The familiar sound announces the arrival of spring as surely as rising gas prices; bug spray ads and lawn mowers. My strawberry plants are flowering now and I think it’s time to set my tomato plants in the ground this weekend. It’s still a gamble but if they sit unplanted, they will have to be replaced anyway. I’ve already cut the lawn twice during the brief windows of... Sign in to see full entry.