Stone House Scribblings

I have a hand mixer that has served me for thirty years. Last Saturday when we were mixing seasonings into ground pork the beaters finally gave up and broke apart completely. (Fun butchering day with the family, though.) The mixer itself still runs good, so I went online to look for new beaters. I've hunted… Continue reading Small Things, Big Reality

I've been trying to write a post, getting nowhere with a scribbling about my hundred people, finally deciding to move on and let it cook there. It's messy, so far, just like me and my hundred people are, I guess. So moving on. Yes, I do have a word for the year. 2020, is such… Continue reading Shelter

So Christmas rolls around this year along the usual lines: the Cantata early in the month to doing cookie day almost on top of the Day itself, to shopping in five minute stints at Old Navy Store in the mall while at work, online shopping, getting a few things from my store, then changing the… Continue reading The Week Before Christmas

While the kitchen sink pipes thaw, I will scribble. It was cold this morning . We cupped our hot coffee mugs in our hands, waiting for the stove to warm the room. Just before the sun came up the temperature dropped even further to finally hit -18 degrees. It's early for such cold and the… Continue reading Winter Came Early This Year

Wintertime homemaking is here. Christmas decorating. Cleaning. Rearranging. And making hygge wherever I can. Having a big snow storm during Thanksgiving vacation has added just the right wintertime feelings and scenery to match the mood. We are now officially plunged into deep snow wintertime, albeit early. I can hardly settle down to write this post… Continue reading December At Home

"It's a process." I hear this a lot lately. And I feel impatient with the idea, because anything requiring a process to complete is going to take time and concentrated effort . But I'm learning that the destination or the completion of a process is not necessarily the goal. Fresh baked muffins are beautiful and… Continue reading It’s A Process

Snow falls outside, floating past the windows, not accumulating, but each day, a little snow, harbinger of real winter. Indoors, I nestle small plants from summer's patio boxes into planters for our wide windowsills. We'll have a bit of living greenery for winter. The window seat beckons with a stack of books and soft pillows.… Continue reading Home Comfort