On March 14, the U.S. Postal Service unveiled its new Sunflowers Forever stamp, a tribute to the flower’s beauty, symbolism, and ecological importance. As someone who adores sunflowers and delights in dressing up my correspondence with cheerful, eye-catching stamps, I couldn’t resist. During a visit to the post office last week, I picked up two sheets of this fresh release to add to my ever-growing stamp collection.
House Dust and Wanderlust
Saturday, April 4, 2026
sunflower stamps
Friday, April 3, 2026
the friday feed: sugar and spice?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
April is National Poetry Month.
I grew up hearing this poem. Little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice and little boys were made of frogs and snails and puppy dog tails. I wasn't much of a play-with-dolls girl. I wanted to be outside climbing trees, playing in mud, riding my bike, playing tag until I was sweaty, not inside playing with dolls. To this day I'm still that kid who loves to ride her bike and get dirt underneath her fingernails and all that other stuff.
Thursday, April 2, 2026
april fool's joke
Wednesday, April 1, 2026
wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings
On our way home from Cleveland last week, we stopped in Columbus for a bite to eat. When we stopped to get some gas, Todd realized he left his credit card at the restaurant. By that time, the restaurant had closed for the night. Friday we drove back to Columbus and stopped by Goodale Park to see some cherry blossoms. I've been to Washington DC once during the cherry blossom season...what a sight! Ohio University has a big display of cherry blossoms along the Hocking River and I was thinking of making a trip to Athens this week to see them. The forecast for the next few days has a lot of rain it so it's a wait and see.
Another beautiful sunny day took me to Hills & Dales MetroPark. The Pawpaw shelter is the beginning of the trail. Pawpaws are a fruit native to Ohio and they are delicious. They're a tropical-flavored, custard-like fruit with a short growing season.
Hills & Dales has a statue dedicated to John H. Patterson, the founder of National Cash Register Company (NCR). Patterson owned the land that became Hills & Dales MetroPark. In the early 1900s, he purchased hundreds of acres south of Dayton to create a park for public recreation and employee health. Patterson hired the Olmstead Brothers who designed Central Park and the Washington DC Mall, to design Hills & Dales.
Pretty sight - the soon-to-be-full moon shining in the afternoon sky.
Gotta take photos of the daffodils while they're still around!
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
let's get back to basics
My siblings and I were taught the Golden Rule before we knew it by that name. Whenever we used to do mischievous things to one another, Mom would pull the guilty party aside and ask, “Would you like it if he/she did those things to you? No? Then don’t do them to him/her.” That logic to be very persuasive, even as children, and in retrospect it’s impressive how effective Mom was at modifying our behavior with such a simple concept.
As adults, the Golden Rule remains just as simple and powerful. Throughout history it has acted as the backbone of the moral systems of just about all civilizations.
The amazing similarities of the quotes below show how different religions sum up their moral systems through nearly identical expressions of the common Golden Rule: that you should treat others the way you wish to be treated, spreading kindness and refraining from actions that would harm others.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
~ Edwin Markham
Monday, March 30, 2026
monday's mulling: farewell to a blog friend
Last Wednesday morning, coffee in hand, I was doing my usual round of blog reading when I clicked on Oddball Observations, written by Bruce Taylor, also known as Catalyst. A new post greeted readers: All Good Things Must Come to An End.
Bruce hadn’t posted for a while. He’d been dealing with health issues, including a stroke in early February, and writing had become physically difficult. I assumed this would be his final message, his own sign-off from the blog he had started in February 2006.
It wasn’t.
The post was written by his granddaughters, sharing the news that Bruce had passed away on March 24.
Bruce and I never met face-to-face, but through blogging, we formed a connection. I had commented on his blog a couple times and then his first comment on my blog appeared on November 8, 2024. The post was about some herby ricotta cheese biscuits that I had made, and he wrote, “Those are gorgeous!” I replied, “Thank you. You make some tasty creations, too.” That small exchange was the beginning of his nearly daily presence in the comments on my posts.
From reading Oddball Observations, I learned that Bruce grew up in North Dakota and lived in many places throughout his career in broadcast journalism. He covered political conventions, interviewed John Wayne, and reported on the Red River floods and other natural disasters. He and his wife, Judy, spent four years in Mexico before settling in Prescott Valley, Arizona.
Whenever I posted about Ohio weather, especially in winter, I could count on a familiar suggestion from Catalyst: “You should think about moving to Arizona!”
Bruce also loved cooking, particularly baking. His blog was filled with photos of quick breads, brownies, and other treats. I suspect he had a bit of a sweet tooth.
He often referred to his wife Judy as SWMBO—She Who Must Be Obeyed. She was an artist who painted a beautiful outdoor scene on the wooden fence in their backyard. Together, they built a life that included watching Arizona sunsets with cocktails on the patio. They were married for 55 years.
Judy passed away unexpectedly on January 4 of this year. In the weeks that followed, Bruce wasn’t sure he would continue his Friday Funnies. As he wrote, “There are, after all, plenty of blogs with plenty of humor. But in spite of personal loss, in spite of what’s going on in the world, in spite of everything… there’s always time to step back and smile a little.”
Not long after, the Friday Funnies returned.
Now there’s an empty space in the blog world. Through shared stories, comments, and daily posts, we come to know people across the miles. It’s a quiet kind of friendship, but a real one all the same. And it leaves a real absence when someone is gone.
Bruce will be missed.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
easter bunny 2026
Year four for Owen of tears with the Easter Bunny; this is Hallie's first. Looks like we'll have to wait until Christmastime for pics with Santa to see if we get any smiles.
This is AJ's 3rd year to visit the Easter Bunny and he's not sure about this giant rabbit. Dad gets in this year's photo, otherwise it wouldn't have happened!















