Treasures so lovely…
There once was a sofa…a sweetheart of a gal, who loved denim. Her favorite skirt was denim too…with a bit of tassel and fluff. Can you catch a peek? (Plain to see she is a cottage farm gal, what high society folk call~unpretentious.
(pictures follow) We are thankful that a marvelous Christmas season was had…one that allowed all of our family to be together, sons, daughters, grandchildren and my husband’s father. Dad has been in the hospital for weeks now and we miss him. We found out today that he has begun to bleed in his stomach again. The prognosis is not good. Our hearts are low. We think back to the last times we were all together…Christmas. A season of love. Very [...]
We are abuzz with excitement… For in the midst of winter deep…
Farming begins with the love of the land…
She is my angel… A light from above… Her laughter is as sweet… As a gentle turtledove.
Searching for beauty… When you are so very tired of snow and ice… Is a long and arduous task…
Yard sales…stock sales… There are treasures everywhere you look.
Official snow count…40 inches. Farming is hard work in the best of weather, but in winter…the true love of the craft comes to light. There is no one else in this world that has my undying adoration, than my beloved.
After five years of dating, my youngest son has asked for the hand of his love! What a wonderful dinner party we had. As a celebration, he cooked for everyone (for those of you who know this Muse, he get’s that from his dad!)
Weathered? yes. Worn? yes. Forgotten? never.
Do you recall the warmth of the sun… The gentle breezes… The chirping of feathered friends? Do you recall the sound of the water… The bubbling brooks… Or the swishing of the lake?
…whirling anticipation… …a fear of the unknown… …one more day of survival… …blessed, we’re coming home.
Today let’s look at this table’s vignette. Almost all of us, at one time or another, have had an opportunity to create a buffet~or serving station. What can you do, in order to avoid, the dreaded and ho~hum “runway” look, which entails mind numbing miles of flatness.
Guess what is coming home with me As soon as I saw it… My heart melted… I have a fondness for all things fleur de lis…
