I finally found Labyrinth in the fork of an old oak tree, unable to hide from me because the cover really likes to show itself off.

I was looking at my flag and thinking about tea. As in you could drink Boston Harbor for maybe ten minutes. Yes, that’s a slice of chocolate cake in my hand...

In August I won’t be able to stand in front of this hydrangea bush – it bulges with HUGE pink blooms and is known throughout the neighborhood as the Hydrangea-that-ate-Cleveland.

Look what I found hiding in my roses, or then again, maybe the roses found LABYRINTH wandering around in the garden, looking for readers...

Death by Roses – hmm, now that’s a title. Am I being chomped on by my gorgeous iceberg roses?...