Happy 90th!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
Thanksgiving morning started out with me making three loaves (not sure if you call these round things loaves) of bread. The bread was a big hit at my cousins. And I also brought an apple pie from Costco. But I’m getting ahead of myself. There was the usual kitchen business, getting everything ready to put…
It was a work-on-the-garden weekend. The raised beds were waiting. The seedlings were outgrowing their pots. Annuals and herbs were purchased. So let the fun begin! I have fragrantly, soothing dreams of making chamomile or peppermint tea. I will drink it out on the deck from a dainty china cup while reading poetry. And perhaps…
My cousin A stopped at my house on Memorial Day to check out how our remodeling turned out. “It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed. “Yes, thank you, it certainly is,” was my response. The countertops are called Yellow River — so flowy and pretty. Heavy sigh… After oohing and ahhhing over the house, we drove out to…
Last Saturday night, I dreamed that I had a baby — a beautiful baby boy, much like the one I had in real life nearly thirty years ago. But there were these people, there must have been five or six faceless beings, shadowed in dark hoods. They snatched my baby out of my arms and threw me out the door.
What a weekend! Saturday I went to the 50 on 50th Art Show and bought a couple things to fill an empty slot on my book shelf. The tree on the right was welded by my friend Sue. I have enough horse decor and decided I needed some art depicting my other loves — trees…
I realized that what frightened Luke on the trail was not what he saw. It was what was out of site and unknown. It’s the same for me. The broader I can make my view of the world, the less there is to fear.
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Great job on the poop scoop!
Happy Birthday to your Aunt Fran!
Poop, poop, poop – good job!
Caring Bridge sounds like an awesome idea. But, it sounds like your friend D is going through hell – I’m sending my thoughts.