Or a peace offering. Without telling away private things unnecessarily. We had things to talk over and work on. But we had to wait. While things piled up.I have collections: old portraits to frame, tools and projects, knitting and crocheting, writing stuff, crafts, and brainstorms. Scattered hither and thither in stashes throughout this old house.… Continue reading A New Workspace
Author: Arla
The Siskin Outside Your Window
A Cornell Lab of Ornithology pictureIt is so very cold this morning. Even the fires didn't keep up well last night so we woke to a chilly house. But it is a still morning and the sunshine is brilliant. The pine siskin have been flocking to our feeder and emptying it every day. Brad interrupted… Continue reading The Siskin Outside Your Window
Crazy February Days
You asked for a blog update of pictures and news. Here it is, Lisl. It will be scattered and disorganized. I have pictures from three different cameras. Here's a slice of our rich and varied life. First, I will give you our list of accomplishments. … Continue reading Crazy February Days
February Winter Days
The chickadees seem to be happier on the coldest mornings. They appear to be fluffier and sassier. Unlike us two-legged early birds who wrap cold hands around mugs of hot coffee and huddle by the stove where a new fire crackles. The sun comes up earlier now though. And it is the warmth kind… Continue reading February Winter Days
Our Own Canvas
I asked for a rolling pin rack. Brad crafted this one. It is the time of year when I am suddenly seriously discontent with the house. That unfinished basement is daily being remodeled in my mind. I walk by the pantry and see a million things that belong in the dumpster. Why do we keep all… Continue reading Our Own Canvas
Sunday Morning Quiet Time
Sitting by the fire for quiet time this Sunday morning is nice. Being sick is not nice, but the fresh flowers, a lit candle and sunshine pouring in the windows are nice. There are some compensations for being sick on Sunday. Waking up later than usual to the sounds of Lance cleaning and… Continue reading Sunday Morning Quiet Time
Boys in our lives. So much more than the game is here. They sat here for hours that day plodding through this game. Never mind whether they enjoyed it...they started it, so they finished it. That was the impression I got from walking by and eavesdropping. But a lot can be learned about a stranger… Continue reading
Home, A Hearth and a Stack of Books
Brrr, it is constantly very cold outside. All day the temps hang around zero. At night they dip even lower. You have it heard it all, over and over, about stoked stoves and drawn up chairs and the drafts in this old stone house. So I won't repeat myself. But yesterday I had a… Continue reading Home, A Hearth and a Stack of Books
Tailgate Supper Post That Never Hit the Press From Last Summer
I found a lost posting from way back in July or August. We went out to the woods and had supper with the loggers. I think Clark's ended up feeling left out and I don't blame them looking back on this. Havilah looks like Lisl did at this age here. We hauled firewood out there,… Continue reading Tailgate Supper Post That Never Hit the Press From Last Summer
Ten Questions For The New Year
Ten Questions for the New Year1. What’s one thing you could do this year to increase your enjoyment of God? I hope to trust better during those times when I am fearful. I am afraid of what people think. I am afraid that we will make the wrong decision. I hope to remember this… Continue reading Ten Questions For The New Year