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
A Good Brisk Sit
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
Words
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
The Blue Flower Days
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
Summer
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
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
Inspiring At Eighty
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
Rain Roses
This is what you get when the rain dumps all the rose bushes down on to the ground right at blooming time. The smell is enchanting though. Glorious imperfection.
Summer Tablescape
On my table this morning. The local advertiser which we seldom look at because FB Marketplace, right? Last year's escrow activity from the bank because we own this beautiful old stone house in the Northwoods. Classy napkin rings because sometimes you have to lay a lovely table and breathe a bit. The very last, last… Continue reading Summer Tablescape
Gracious Living
We had a rainy week and cool days. So I found an excuse to light candles during grey hours. And there was time to do a bit of sewing. One day I baked cookies in Amy's little kitchen for her cookie jar, well ... really the cookies were for Tim and the boys. The frequent… Continue reading Gracious Living