As my parents declutter their family farmhouse, we are settling into our bungalow surrounded by beloved heirlooms, finding the perfect mantel home for my great-grandfather’s brass spittoon.

The backyard shed revamp is officially underway with the first coat of paint, on its way to a fresh, color-drenched look.

This bird not on a wire brought me pure delight.

After a hectic day of bird feeder mishaps and minor injuries, a classic North Carolina summer storm brings some much-needed relief to a Greensboro porch.

One advantage of being close to my parents, who live in a house where so many vegetables were pickled and/or canned, is access to so many old jars.

I wanted to capture a photo of my favorite bird buddy this afternoon. He had other plans.