I suppose there comes a time in every mother’s life when she’s sitting next to her child who fell asleep on the couch after puking all over himself and his bed. Twice.
I know, I know. I’m lucky it hasn’t happened before.
My husband became ill first, but we all just assumed it was food poisoning since he was the only one who showed any symptoms. He recovered, mostly, and life went on. And then a couple days later, after an afternoon snack of popcorn and Pez candy, Sebastian announced his stomach hurt.
Quilter Hannah Myers, 30, has found a way to turn a craft she enjoys into a profession she loves.
She’s made about 40 quilts for herself but has stitched together thousands for others. Quilters in the area bring her the top layer of the quilt and she stitches it together for them with her long arm quilting machine.
Her passion for quilting came from her mother and grandmother. Myers began with sewing clothes but didn’t like it very much. She’s tall and the patterns for clothes weren’t always made for tall people.
Well, it is that time of year again. The family room is filled with comforters and matching pillows, miniature refrigerators, milk crates, computers, boom boxes, TVs, floor rugs. I think you get the picture. It is time for your baby to move to a college campus.
It is a bittersweet moment at the end of summer, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
The farm at 18 House Lane in Elizabethtown does not lack foliage, flowers or special garden features.
Among other plants, red weigela, Shasta daisies, cleome, sunflowers, lemon queen and crepe myrtle provide attractive flora for butterflies, finches and hummingbirds. For Joni House Webb and her husband, Ed, any number of areas, including a patio set near a koi pond and seating area in a Zen garden, offer places of tranquil repose.
“We have strangers that stop and want a garden tour,” Webb said.
Where we are is very much determined by where we were.
Pivotal places that formed the foundations of our childhoods or settled in between life’s layers as we grew older can work as magnets that keep us there or pull us back again, or their essence can inspire our choices of other places in which we want to wake up.