All Things Home and Family
The store where I was fern shopping this spring had a huddle of frost damaged ones in a back corner, no doubt destined for the dumpster. I was asked not to tell you how I came to bring one of them home. I watered it again today and am planning to bring it indoors for… Continue reading Evening Post
It's the time of the year to transition from summer to winter. The gardening changes to one last weed take-down. I've pulled out the bean and corn stalks, piling them into a neat row for the mice and moles and buggies to turn into the soil under the snow all the winter. The lawn is… Continue reading Autumntime
We walked out to the marina in Beaver Bay on a lazy cabin evening. Almost every slip is occupied. We had not worked so hard at the cabin all day for once and had something left for exploring on the shore. We've decided that we can let go of the feelings of haste and of… Continue reading Weekend One
The day started out with heavy cloud cover and blessed coolness. But the humidity stayed, the harbinger of rain. And the lawn needed mowing, desperately. Benny came with his rider mower to help me. We were done in less than two hours. I am so grateful for the help of our grandkids. They're strong and… Continue reading A Hygge Day
I'm remembering Grandma Skrivseth this evening, because of weariness. I didn't work hard today... Just all day. So I'm ready to hang out in Elv's study under the AC, curled up in a corner of the big red couch. Grandma sat a lot, the last years of her life, because she could, not because she… Continue reading A Good Brisk Sit
I got to thinking about words again today. Words that sort of stick in my mind, especially those used to describe people in situations easily misunderstood. I mean, people are being misunderstood...let's be clear, if possible. So we want reasons or labels for what people do or say whether or not it's any of our… Continue reading Words
We're in the last half of July. How quickly summer has flown by, and we've barely seen The Lake. We stopped Sunday evening to watch the waves. These harebell flowers are clinging to the rocks, their roots in a crevice, happily dancing in the breeze with the lake. Please don't notice that Elv is looking… Continue reading The Blue Flower Days
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
A perfect Sunday begins during the week prior. I thank Martha Zacharias for this tip. She would prepare double of Thursday's supper menu and freeze half of it for Sunday's main meal. "We should start thinking about Sunday on Thursday." Good advice for anyone. Actually, our Sunday stood all by itself, perfectly. The table, set… Continue reading A Perfect Sunday
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
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