A native Southerner gone astray, Megan serves up laughter and inspiration as she shares her meandering thoughts on marriage, parenting, style, food - and pretty much whatever else comes to mind - in words and pictures.
Up for a little girl-time on the front porch? You bring the wine, I'll bring the off-topic parenthetical asides.
Twenty-seven petunias, another 12 to 15 more assorted annuals, about a million weeds (mean, angry, class-bullyhardened criminal weeds. They grow 'em NASTY out here on the prairie, folks. Kudzu's got nothin' on these weeds. These weeds have barbs and thorns and spikes and they ARE OUT FOR BLOOD, people), 48 gallons of potting soil, one husband passed out in the bed beside me, one Bean zonked out in her room, and the air conditioning happily taking the place of the heat not even 12 hours later, and we're feelin' a bit more like Memorial Day weekends of yore.
Thinking of y'all and hoping you're makin' a few happy memories of your own!