Stone House Scribblings

Just a picture post. Words later. Please enjoy. Goodnight.

They all came back. The fancy daisies, Jacobs Ladder, lilacs, spirea, and the Gladys rose. And the beaver pond are bigger n better than ever. It's mother's day weekend. Do you remember where you were and what you did for Mother's Day last year? I was finally hitting the wall about lock-down messing with our… Continue reading The Return Of A Garden

Elv says it's a clear bright, starlit night out there. It's a cozy, fire-in-the-stoves evening in here. Oh my, but it's good to be here. We saw a moose on Cty Road 3 tonight on our way in. He was sort of mottled looking because he's changing his coat right now, but big and moose… Continue reading Buck Mt Cabin

Today, Elv and I worked on house keeping chores inside and outside the Innsbruck. Elvs has an only slightly raised eyebrow attitude about my latest brainstorm to renovate the window treatments here. It's a good plan. You'll see. There's my first and only glimpse of Mt Rainier. I was in Seattle for an hour yesterday… Continue reading Innsbruck

Mom remembers this Sunday afternoon. This is Sid and Ruth ... that first winter as a dating couple. Aren't they just so beautifully dashing? Mom pulled a couple of albums out this evening. The years are squished down into photos with a few captions. Memories. Mostly happy memories. And it all flew by so quickly!… Continue reading Swift Transition

The way that you are now is not the way that you will stay. Shaye Elliott Ted Miller said almost the same thing in a sermon. "Things will happen in your life that will change you. You'll never be the same again." I don't know why this truth startled me so. I could easily see… Continue reading The Inevitable Changes

Today had all the right things in it to make it a good Sunday. Morning church, a beautifully laid table at lunchtime, a walk in the woods, visits with Dad and Mom, a puzzle, and a sing at the piano with Brad at the end of the day. I suppose I'm a sappy mom, but… Continue reading This Good Sunday

Juniper Haircap Moss If value is measured by how noticable something is, then mosses have to be low on the list. If value is measured by how intricate, delicate, and beautiful; mosses rate high. My sister April and I were down on our hands and knees today, our phone cameras pressed into the soft mosses… Continue reading Mosses

This is yesterday's daily posting. I took a tramp behind dad's house in the woods. Thirty years ago, we came out to this country to visit my brother. And to see what we could we see about job possibilities. The one possibility dried up before the first interview and we happily returned to Wisconsin. Idaho… Continue reading This Day In Idaho

Dad tells me his stories. Some of them I've heard many times. I'm trying to record them as accurately as I can understand. Sometimes he's satisfied with what I've written. But there are times that he protests indignantly, "It wasn't like that at all!" So we talk more and I rewrite it, again. Always there's… Continue reading Tell My Story True