Stone House Scribblings

Jenny discovered this poem in Grandpa's collection of essays. So I've taken the liberty to copy and print it for us. Today was one of those days. You could almost start believing that it's here. It's so lovely outside. I know better. But that's not keeping me from enjoying this weather. Grampa Skrivseth knew better,… Continue reading Only Hinting

Have you ever noticed how after a dark time, that has been ever so gradually lightening up, finally, that you don't have to make yourself think up happy lists for journaling to counter balance all the moaning written there. Today I  started writing a happy list. No boot strap pulling. No making it up because… Continue reading Happy Monday

I honestly believed that once settled in at the cabin with plenty of time on my hands that I would get started on my list of what I really wanted to do in life. What I failed to take into account were the boundless distractions of living in the woods. I used to think that… Continue reading Distractions

It's a cold Monday in February. With the day stretching out before me, I made the adult decision to be inspired. My beloved button fern has finally, during this second winter of its life, outgrown the white watering can pot. Plants grow well in this cabin with its many windows, so it's time to move… Continue reading Happy Inspiration

I woke this morning at three, checked the outdoor temps on my phone, saw it was “twenty below” outside and leaped out of bed to fix fires in the stoves. The fire in the heating stove was still alive from my banking it last night. More wood there and done. Nevertheless, the house was cold.… Continue reading Mid-Winter Morning

I worked for hours last week on a post for “scribblings”. Writing thoughts and feelings about the new year in reflection to last year. All old hat, all that has been said and done. More chaff. Who cares? So that piece is not going to get any more of my time and attention for now.… Continue reading Ordinary Days

It was -27* this morning. Elv had both stoves stoked and pumping heat by tending them often during the night. He slept in his recliner while I stayed snuggled deep under a thick layer of blankets in bed. The temperature started dropping yesterday afternoon as we were getting home from a funeral. There was a… Continue reading On A Cold Morning

It’s Monday, December 21, 2020. Snow fell in the night and is still coming down in big, floating flakes. The four inches on the ground are already full of the tracks of cars and critters. Francis and her little ones started for home this late morning. I followed her out to the end of Joshua… Continue reading The Christmas Letter 2020

My new computer has been shipped. I am excited. Soon, I will scribble on this blog again. And show everyone what we're doing around here. Soon, I'll be able to reason with everyone about our current crazinesses: cabin life, north shore winter days, Covid chatter, and other reasonings that I don't mind sharing. I really… Continue reading A Note