About 5 minutes later Nancy Gebhardt drove down my driveway determined to waste no time in securing someone who was so completely set up as a ready volunteer. She had a little handmade membership card decorated with some of her own charming artwork and instructions for my first job. I was securely hooked and after all these years I still am.
Category Archives: By Anne
The Conservation of Roses
My goal was to make all of the rare roses as common as possible to assure their survival.
Wookie the Black Crowned Night Heron
When I was a young girl, I had a pet bird named Wookie. My mother wrote a short story about him and I’m going to share it here. The pictures were taken by my father, Henry Rae Boys.
Ramblings from the Gate
I know that those who sit, tend to keep sitting and those that regularly exercise, are motivated to continue. So I charge on.
Prisoner in the Garden
My mother had a beautiful flower garden full of sweet peas, geraniums, lilies, hyacinths, poppies and anything else that existed in the neighborhood. She and my father, Harry Rae Boys, were married in 1915, a couple of years before the United States became involved in the Great War, WW1. While supply shortages took place onContinue reading “Prisoner in the Garden”
Why I care About Conservation
This was originally written for the Whidbey Camano Land Trust Newsletter, Fall 2008, Issue #4. I have wanted to go back to the “paradise” of my youth for the last couple of years and then the sad reality of my visit in 2008 comes into focus. Today I was reminded of this when hearing theContinue reading “Why I care About Conservation”
Anne Belovich's Roses of Yesteryear 