by Marlene Bumgarner | Mar 2, 2020 | Back to the Land, Community, Cooking and Eating, Family, Gardening, Health
Back to the Land A friend asked me this week, “What did you learn from living on the land that would help me cope if I’m stuck at home for two weeks with my children?” An interesting question. I of course immediately began trying to work that out....
by Marlene Bumgarner | Feb 3, 2020 | Child development, Family, Grandparenting, Nature, Travel
On The Road With Sheila My friend Quincy asked me to write about my early adventures on the road in my new motor home so here goes. My first excursion in Sheila was from Beach Cities RV in southern California to my home in Santa Cruz. I have nothing to say about that...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Oct 13, 2019 | Aging, Child development, Cooking and Eating, Family, Grandparenting, Nature
The Pumpkin Patch Adventure This was the week Bean and I made our annual pilgrimage to her favorite pumpkin patch. We’ve been doing this together since she was three years old and now she’s eight and knows the routine quite well. “I’ll start...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Apr 11, 2019 | Aging, Family, Grandparenting, Nature, Travel
My Cure for Wanderlust Each winter I hunker down, read, write, and watch a lot of British mysteries. During my hybernation, I tell myself I’ll be content to stay inside my little house for ever. But then the sun comes out, the crocuses and daffodils begin to flower,...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Mar 1, 2019 | Back to the Land, Community, Cooking and Eating, Family, Nature
PART ONE — MOVING TO THE LAND Introduction It was November 1973 and my my mother-in-law wasn’t speaking to me. Again. My husband, John, I and our 11-month-old daughter Doña Ana were living in a basement room in his parents’ home at Lick Observatory on Mount...
by Marlene Bumgarner | Feb 12, 2019 | Aging, Back to the Land, Community, Cooking and Eating, Family, Grandparenting, Nature
A Conversation With My Granddaughter “Grandma, why are your gloves way up there where you can’t reach them?” I was stretching high over my workbench for the long-handled pruning shears when my eight-year old granddaughter piped up. I dropped down on my heels and...