


The rehab on Overton Square cannot come fast enough for me.



The rehab on Overton Square cannot come fast enough for me.

This column holds up a part of my porch.

Kath picked up some beer for me at Trader Joe’s while she was on Nashville this past weekend.
It’s too bad about Nashville’s liquor laws, or she would have brought back some 2 Buck Chuck.

This fella guards the front door to our house.
The previous owner had installed it, complete with his name carved into plate below. I ground out his name years ago but haven’t decided what to put in its place.



Dave and I explored Wapanocca, northwest of Memphis, in Arkansas, on our bikes on a cold, cloudy Sunday.

Dave Hanson cleaned up, but my mother-in-law, Elaine, came in a close second.

Our garden on a rainy day, before spring really gets going.

This is the lobby of Barret Library at Rhodes College.

The American flag outside a frat house at Rhodes.



The neighborhood is pink with blooms.

This is the top of a little box on my desk.

Tree flowers in front of gathering clouds, with the sun fighting to shine through.

Photographed at the Espy Winter Party.

We cleaned out the garden last weekend, and everything is ready to grow.

This fella adorns a make-shift curtain in our bathroom.

At Cafe Eclectic on a rainy Wednesday night.

Our little tree is coming alive again.

Smashed TV at Richardson Landing.

That is the Mississippi River in Tipton County behind Wisch and Dave, on a ride on a February day with temps in the 70s and 40 MPH gusts.

No, seriously. Bark.