I will readily admit it. When it comes to snow I'm a total wimp. I hate it. No... loathe would be a better word.  Snow sounds...

It's been a few years since I've felt up to decorating for Christmas. Usually, Hubby gets out a few select decorations from the a...

"Montezuma" Each rosebush in the garden is a little different in its tastes and preferences as far as sun and water go. Ea...

When a pointy-nosed energetic kitty Takes time to stop her playing and cavorting To hunker down on a warm lap Under a fuzzy blank...

I'm posting something different today... something that requires quite a bit of courage. I'm posting a watercolor landscape painting...

High on a branch In the mulberry tree The mourning dove sits Waiting for spring.

I hear him before I see him. His tiny chirp Easily missed by unaware ears. He sits atop a leaf-bare vine Singing to the mid-day sun.

From a fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm : "There was once a poor widow who lived in a lonely cottage. In front of the cottage was a gar...

Our normally mild winter weather has taken on a bit of a chill thanks to the rare polar jet that is sweeping over us. Hubby has educated me...

On a walk along our street today, I came across a neighbor's beautiful pyracantha bushes that are more like trees than bushes. As you ca...

Yesterday's dark and dreary weather made it seem as if the sun never came out. The outside temperature never made it past 39F (3.9C) wh...

It's been rainy and cold the past couple of days here at Rosehaven Cottage. So I decided to post some photos of the sunnier days in our ...

My dear friend, Holly, of many years over at 2 Kids and Tired left a comment on my recent post mentioning "The Monster Storm" tha...