Stone House Scribblings

This is not a good day to scribble. Because I'm irrationally tired and I should not be trying to say anything. At all. We just had a funeral where lots of cousins and friends converged. So many hugs and hellos and tears. Laughter, too. Shared memories. Unspoken reminders. It's a huge lurch being plunged into… Continue reading Not Today

She was called away to Heaven. In the middle of greenhouse season and before the dandelions went to seed. Right when it was time to plant and mend her lovely flower gardens that she'd made all around the property. Finally her joints are pain free so that she can do stairs just fine again. And… Continue reading Called Away

I made a bouquet for the table from the woods and lawn last night. After getting acquainted with the lawn, woods, and gardens here, and planning what to plant, besides cleaning up overgrowth, I can see the needs indoors again. The housework has languished on the half-ish side. The best place to begin the return… Continue reading May

Truly springtime weather, when the sun shines brilliantly through the leafless trees, the kids come in at supper with sunburned cheeks, and the first fragile little flowers show up through the dead leaves on the forest floor, is the first day of spring. It's the day I open the kitchen door to the porch to… Continue reading Spring Arrived Yesterday

So far it's been a cold, snowy spring. And that's okay, really, except that the baby flower plants are going to be pretty leggy before we can plant them out. I love baby plants. This year they seem to love me, too, and are doing well. We came into Easter season around here with a… Continue reading Easter 2022

I've read all the signs on the walls. Last night I disregarded the one that says I may not take any photos or recordings in this unit. And so I have this one. You can't see, but Elv is in the bed above, hooked up to IVs and a heart monitor. It's five times now,… Continue reading Being Thankful

April is the month to wait: for the dirty old snowbanks to melt away, the mud to dry up, and the grass to green up. Not that there isn't plenty to do while it slops around. I keep a rake outside my door, (don't laugh, kids, it's not for leaves) for raking up the firewood… Continue reading Constancy

And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven will also forgive you your wrongdoing. -Jesus from Mark's record I suppose standing prayers are the most used kind by us girls. We have our hands in the dishwater at the sink, just standing there going… Continue reading Stand Praying

This beautiful house is falling down. The whole homestead of old buildings are falling in. But what they once were, can still be seen. The place needs a poet's observations, which I am not. Look at that archway. I want to polish it and put a vase of flowers on the table beyond it in… Continue reading Old House in the Woods

Today is a good day to create hygge wherever you are. Because it's cold and muddy and there are flurries in the wind. It's the kind of day that one doubts because the sunshine of yesterday that promised spring, is gone again. The forecast says single digit degrees are coming in the wind that howls… Continue reading Hygge