My farm is at the end of a long dirt road called Wild Iris Lane. It meanders through rolling hills of farmland and trees of pine, and in the summer, patches of wild iris in a wild array of lavender-tinted hues.

My farm is at the end of a long dirt road called Wild Iris Lane. It meanders through rolling hills of farmland and trees of pine, and in the summer, patches of wild iris in a wild array of lavender-tinted hues.

My mother and NannyJane took me in for what is technically my second haircut, but really my first adult haircut.

Here’s a fun word: Absquatulate
As in, “Her daddy had a shotgun because we all thought Hank would absquatulate before the wedding.”
Or, “I think you forgot to tie up your horse, pardner, because he seems to have absquatulated.”
Or, “The police caught those scoundrel bank robbers before they had a chance to absquatulate with all the money.”
Wondering who I am? I’m Merit Badge Awardee Jane (MBA Jane for short). In my former life …
While wading through the requirements for my Sew Wonderful badge, I got a little stuck. Well, more than a little stuck. It had to do with the sewing machine.
