Last month, a friend and I attended a lavender workshop at Pharsalia, an 1814 plantation in the foothills of Blue Ridge Mountains, near Roseland, Virginia. We explored the grounds for a while then sat down under century-old magnolia trees to learn more about growth and uses for one of my favorite plants. After taking home a bunch of lavender and drying it upside down in my kitchen window for a few weeks, I decided it was time to put it to good use. One thing I learned from our . . .
Mama Don’t Camp
I've been camping twice in my life which is at least one time too many. Honestly, I love the idea but not the reality. Roasting marshmallows around the campfire and gazing up at the stars with your children really means repeatedly wiping sticky hands with baby wipes, managing sugar highs two hours after bedtime, and going to your (blowup) bed smelling like a bonfire. And that's after your children sneak into your tent because they "can't sleep." Hmm. Might have been the 14 marshmallows you . . .
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