Stone House Scribblings

#writeeverydaychallenge I have no idea what's in my pen this evening. Let's just see. I save pretty olive oil bottles for reasons unknown to me till the other day when I saw on Instagram that tapers fit right in there as if made for one another. Apparently you think it's really cool and pretty or… Continue reading Ramblings

The sun comes up far in the east and south position, low in the sky, afraid to climb up now. It lands high on the wall, coming in obliquely ... I can't sit in it. It seems weak, not warm and yellow. It reminds me of last summer when smoke covered the sun in an… Continue reading Sunshine #writeeverydaychallenge

It's been every other day. But that's good, for me. I've been happy for this writing challenge because it's making me think about writing every day in a more- than-my-journal way, and to realize that I need to think other than of the events of my life. There are hurdles and sloughs to skirt... Can't… Continue reading #Writeeverydaychallenge

Rain and wind this morning. The time changed so that when the public school bus went at 7AM it was mostly daylight. Except that the cloud cover is so heavy, it is still quite gray outside. Yesterday was a good Sunday. The service started out with a dead microphone. Elv is doing superintendent duties right… Continue reading Monday Journal

The railings are finally in! Elv has been doing this project for Tim and Amy's house for a long time. I mean an hour or so at a time here and there, but yes, for months. Since it's one of his favorite things to do, he hasn't minded. Besides, it's for Amy. We have seven… Continue reading Journalings

It's bedtime and the day has gone with non stop things to be attended to. It was one of those days where what's next is at hand and there's nothing for it but to step into it. The washer broke down on Monday. Fortunately Elv was home when it made its loud dying racket, so… Continue reading Stonehouse Journaling, The Second and Third

We had our first snow yesterday. In other words, winter is almost upon us. I commented to Jolynn while we were loading our groceries that the Walmart parking lot is the coldest place on earth! (I should have written about the little blizzard that happened in Hayward yesterday morning and the five or six fender… Continue reading Stonehouse Journalings, The First

Here it is, a whole afternoon and evening to rest, and it's taking me too long to sink into it. Elv is already deep into a Zane Grey he somehow missed out on before this, stretched out on his recliner. He hasn't even bothered to change out of his Sunday duds. Somehow, I like to… Continue reading Sunday, A Day of Rest

We used to rake the fallen leaves into piles and drag them into the woods on tarps. Now the boys strap big noisy machines onto their backs and blow them into the woods. While we ate wild rice and chicken soup afterwards last night we talked about how much work it was to rake them.… Continue reading Fall Chores

I found this recipe in an old farm journal cookbook the other day when I had a few ugly apples to use up. And have been playing with it since, with variations. In the first place, it's supposed to be a cake. But when I use gluten free flour, muffins turn out fabulously muffin-y. And… Continue reading Fall Festival Muffins