No Worries With No-Fuss Flowers

Some people just don’t possess the nurturing ability to keep plants and flowers flourishing, and I consider myself among them — perhaps even the poster child for plant killers. When I bought my house in Worthington a dozen years ago, I received a pair of African Violets as housewarming gifts. Based on previous experience with…
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Looking For The Lost

I imagine many of us have played that childhood game of “Memory,” with its colorful cards of characters or pictures placed face-down on the dining room table. Our goal was to flip over two cards and hope they matched. As each card was eventually turned over, we were forced to remember exactly where its match…
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Of First Fish And Lasting Memories.

A few weeks ago, Nephew Matt texted me a picture of his 6-year-old son, Brody. The boy — fondly referred to as Mini-Matt — was grinning from ear-to-ear as he held onto the lip of a catfish. It was his first catch of the fishing season, Matt boasted, and all I could think of was,…
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Finish What You Start

Of all the seasons, spring was once my least favorite of all. Growing up on the farm, the season after the winter snow melt brought muddy yards, mud-caked boots, and hours upon hours of spring cleaning. Only the spring cleaning I refer to was done with a pitchfork in hand and a manure wagon parked…
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An Unwelcome Invasion

Last week marked the 12th anniversary of my home purchase on a relatively quiet Worthington street, but it wasn’t the turning of the calendar page that reminded me of the occasion. The sudden invasion of those little black and orange bugs — boxelder bugs — were all the reminder I needed. When the sun shines…
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