I was once told that St. Augustine grass had been classified as a weed and not as a grass. It didn’t surprise me at the time; although I can’t confirm it to be true. As a child, my adventures on the lawn would always end with itchy limbs. I now recognize that nature speaks and it was screaming “Get off of me!”. I am relocating to Kentucky and leaving Florida’s St. Augustine blades behind. I remember some of my first experiences with the soft grasses of the north and always thought it was like being outdoors with wall to wall carpeting. I dreamed of lying in the lawn and not getting itchy, of picnics and naps in the parks, fall leaves and winter too. Soon, I will realize those dreams.
It is bittersweet to leave the city that houses a lifetime of friends and family, but I feel the call of adventure and new experiences. Like a plant that beckons repotting with nutrient rich soil, I will...

I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker but I occasionally partake in a cultural ritual known as cafecito in Miami. The basic concept is to whip sugar into a froth with a little espresso and then mix it in with the remainder of the espresso shot. It is officially known in the Cuban circuit as a colada, in case you’d like to order it at a walk up cafeteria window. This drink, akin to a caffeine version of nitro glycerine, is then shared in miniature coffee cups with surrounding friends and strangers alike.
I woke up this morning and let the dogs out in the backyard. They’re usually pretty quiet but I heard some excitement coming from the side yard so I peaked through the window to find my neighbor with his toddler leaning on the fence playing with the dogs. I smiled and waved through the glass between us, then returned to the kitchen and proceeded to brew the sweet concoction. I gathered...