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 appropriate.
Dad [...]
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.
