All Things Home and Family
Yarrow, mullein, bergamot, bird's-foot trefoil, and daisies collect along the road right here in our little village. There's a patch of old forgotten black top in the midst of this wild flower patch. Forty years ago the old hotel was razed and the woods and flowers are taking over. We took our walk during the… Continue reading Summer
Well, that was fun. I flew out to Idaho for a quick visit with my people. Mom had her eightieth birthday, so I made excuse and went. All the best things happened. Mom's party, visits with siblings and children, and walks with Mom and Dad. Mom inspired me, again. I often think about this after… Continue reading Inspiring At Eighty
We took a little trip to see the Nebraska part of our family, taking two granddaughters along. An evening hour in the pasture after a busy day was relaxing. The children were pulling up masses of these flowers and wearing them in thick ropes on heads and waists. It was almost surreal. Sweet clover and… Continue reading Our Rich and Varied Life
Actually, I did go over to have coffee with Amy this morning, because she invited me. Monday came around with an open schedule. I woke up realizing that I didn't have anything pending: nobody coming, no babysitting, no need to cook or clean. So I was free to take my time doing my morning things.… Continue reading Summer Day At Home
In the end, May has been a quick exchange of quiet spring to lush June-like green and glory. Now we're mowing the grass every few days. Trees are leafed out. And the patio flowers planted. The church calendar was too full, but it all took place with or without us while we did our best… Continue reading Almost Through May
I've been thinking about this for a long time. I knew I wasn't nailing it all along last summer while I prepared to give the workshop. And then, the moment it was over I knew what I had really wanted to say and couldn't figure out how to. What a fiasco. I still lay awake… Continue reading What I Really Wanted To Say
I've been thinking about perceptions and good judgement this week. I wonder about these things often, but this week especially, because I have a head cold and it's affected my hearing significantly. That ridiculous tornado siren on the firehall next door didn't bother me at all yesterday. I often run into an inner room and… Continue reading Hush and Poor Judgement
This Saturday post requires effort. What do you do when what this blog is for is not what's taking up mental energy right now? Furthermore the thing cannot be sorted into any semblance of speakableness. Not here, for sure. Besides this, the promising clouds and breeze are meaningless and empty. No snow all winter and… Continue reading March Madness
Oh well, let it be then. Will spring be spring with no winter preceding? Let's find out. There are pussy willows on my table, Thank You, Abbey. That's better than snow, anyway, since it's March now. The frost went out last week for good. Yay! We can clean up the lawns, again, Thanks to our trees,… Continue reading Acquiescent to Spring
It's Monday. There are three loaves of fresh baked bread on the counter in the kitchen. The house is strangely quiet: only the clocks and the little creaks from the stove, the tiny twits of birds at the feeders, and a car door shutting across the way... The soft swish of traffic. It's quiet because… Continue reading Life at the Stone House
