Firda Beka, Tree Photographer

Hi, my name is Firda, I’m in my late 30s and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I’m jealous of people younger than me who seem to have everything figured out. Great careers. Jobs that pay well. Making money doing things they love. Actually, I’m not really jealous…… Continue reading Firda Beka, Tree Photographer

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Inch by inch, row by row…

Spring is here again and so began the second year of my backyard garden. The lawn is still infested with weeds because, really, no matter how hard we try, there is no way we could beat the frickin’ weeds. But eh, if you can’t beat ’em, you embrace ’em, and that’s what we’re doing. We…… Continue reading Inch by inch, row by row…

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My Mother’s Daughter

My mother always enjoyed spending time with me, but I think, if she was alive, she would enjoy it even more now because we’d have more shared interests than we ever had before she passed away: Gardening. My mother was an avid gardener. No plants could die under her supervision. I could never be as…… Continue reading My Mother’s Daughter

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10th Blogiversary!

10 years ago today, I posted my first blog post under the Weblog Wannabe moniker. We at Casa Troy and Firda are celebrating this 10th blogiversary by, uh, not doing much. I’m also feeling a little depressed because yesterday during an eye exam with an optometrist I was diagnosed with glaucoma. I don’t have tunnel…… Continue reading 10th Blogiversary!

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Hey, What’s Up?

Wow, it’s been awhile since I posted an update here! But if you’ve been following me on Twitter, you’ll know that I’ve been blogging somewhere else. I fell in love with Tumblr. It reminds me of the good, old days of blogging where it’s all about sharing cool stuff on the web. I really wish…… Continue reading Hey, What’s Up?

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Twenty Ten

It’s a new year! Woot woot! And the decade with the lowest low and and the highest high I ever had had come to an end. And it ended with one of the worst months ever. Basically any month where I don’t get to spend much time with the dearest, darling husband, sprain an ankle…… Continue reading Twenty Ten

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