Life on an 1857 Farm in Wisconsin.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Daisy, Lucy, Hope, Chestnut, Luna, Pearl, Sawyer, Chippewa,
Sable, Sweetie & Midnight. Kittens at Meadowview Farm.
I will take a sweet purr any & every day as I count my kitten
blessings. Little soft noses. Gentle little souls.
Monday, August 15, 2016
I use vintage bowls & baskets to hold everything.
Remotes are always better in Ironstone.
Magazines...in a harvest basket, of course!
Coasters find a home in a garden pot base.
Hold it, contain it, keep it organized in vintage!
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Life is measured in how we handle the unexpected.
Living in the country often magnifies this.
Raccoons find their way into the seed & feed...rethink storage.
Snapping turtle in the pasture, out maneuver back to the stream.
Strong winds with only fields to our farm...bigger chainsaw.
The unexpected is also measured in moments of surprise.
Sunflowers around the farm, when we hadn't planted any.
Yellow flowers magically appear all along the fence line.
And morning glories, planted years before us, returning.
Nature reminds us that the unexpected never fits neat & tidy on
our planner...but will & does guide & build how we measure our days.
Friday, July 15, 2016
knee deep in summer
It is sunflower time...and yes, they have planted themselves
again this year. They are indeed the happiest of flowers.
And on the vine, pumpkins & gourds begin...
With a deer to climb on too.
The neighbor stopped by...one of their bee colonies
took off today, just up & flew away. He wondered if they
had taken up residence at our farm. No sign of them yet!
Summer is ripening & unfolding all around us.
Thursday, July 7, 2016
This is what often awaits in the morning. Ralphie loves
his bridge...and my timid Little Moo is always curious.
Good day my sweet boys!
Monday, July 4, 2016
Mom lived in the perfect place for July 4th...right across
from Winnequah Park in Monona. When I was younger,
we could line up our lawn chairs right across the front yard
to watch. The day would start with baseball games at the
two diamonds...then Healy Lane & all the Trails would begin
to fill through the afternoon. The small carnival, craft fair &
beer tent were like beacons ~~ drawing in the people. Each
laid claim to their piece of the park with a blanket. By night
it was like a swarm, and we spent as much time, maybe even
more, enjoying the people watching. And then with several
booms, the night filled with the lights of freedom, independence,
and pride. My mom would announce, "I like that one!" or "That
was a good one!"...and we would hoot & applaud in symphony.
I was always befuddled by the number of cars that would leave
during the show...as if beating the crowd out was the grand prize.
For the Wind girls, that was the time when we brought out the sparklers,
and with reverence & some fear, I would run the yard with spitting
fire in my very hand.
Happy Birthday America!
Friday, June 24, 2016
there are moments...
there is this path from the road thru the trees at our property
in northern Wisconsin...I never quite know what sight will await
when I enter the clearing ~~ this was my gift on Saturday.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
pardon me as I climb upon this soapbox
A fashionista I am not. I have always thought it would be cool to be stylish
or boho or professional chic...but at the end of the day, I don't have time
for that - it is just not a priority to me. So I usually find a comfortable pair
of shoes, a roomy top, a comfy pair of pants and wear them out.
So, with rare form, Friday night I went shopping.......for clothing. Now I
wish I could say it was because I had just shed extra weight or had been
invited to a Whitehouse gala, but it had more to do with a new job
around the corner.
Carefully picking out some comfortable & "cute" looking tops ~~ I headed to
the mirrors we all love in the dressing room ~~ and that is where this story
actually begins. There were clothes strewn all about, every hook taken, piles
on the floor - even empty make-up boxes in the mix (theft). I was stunned that
women did this! When I went to the dressing area nearer the "older women"
area, it was no different. Seems manners fall away behind closed doors.
I grew up learning that we pick up after ourselves, just what you did. As a teacher, I
always made sure the kids knew "there are no clean up elves".
When I went to check out, I asked the clerk if the dressing rooms were always
so thoughtlessly left. She said that it was actually part of her job to pick them up
& on that Friday they were left better than usual by customers. Wow! Just wow!
So it may not be a big deal, but for this young women that probably spends a
few hours a day picking up after pigs...I mean others, kindness starts behind
that dressing room door. It is where we, as women, accept ourselves for who we
Sunday, June 12, 2016
We are ever so lucky to have a large three season porch off the
summer kitchen. With 12 windows, it offers sun & breeze. One
of my vacation "to dos" was to refresh the porch with its mix of
second hand furniture. Dave repainted the floor a forest green,
which highlighted my love for green in all of the shades of nature.
I threw an old blue floral comforter over the comfy couch and made
sure that bits of red, green, and blue were anchored with white.
With two ceiling fans, a place to grab the right shoes or boots when
heading out the door & tables for eating or setting loads on their
way in or out...this is a versatile space. Yesterday, we added buffalo
check valances in a perky shade of Apple green...I will add more of this
color as I nip & tuck over time.
As I type this, I hear the rustle of the breeze through our cottonwood
tree, one of several pairs of wrens singing, and the melody of a farm
yard wind chime. Porching it!
Saturday, June 11, 2016
for the love of Pinterest
I am loving the new look....loving it! They are inspiration collages!
Saturday, June 4, 2016
My home is an 1857 Federalist style brick house in Augusta, Wisconsin.
It is the love of my life.
My home is a 28 year old boy living on his own in Mill Creek, Washington.
He is the love of my life.
I cry when I leave both ~ that is what makes them home to me...
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
there be mountains
Taking a little time off to visit my son, Ian, in Seattle.
We are taking in all the sites unique to this place.
And as we travel, Mt. Rainier travels with us.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
pink it is...
Saturday, May 14, 2016
spring gardening in Wisconsin
Chilly nights have brought all my potted plants in! More
vulnerable outdoor plants are covered with sheets. New
garden shoots get a canning jar inverted like little campers
right over them.
Orphaned milk can lids make great planters! Blue
insulators are great to tuck in with plants.
Plants tucked in on our porch during several cold nights...like
a little reunion of violas & pansies. They are all hardy stock for
cool spring planting....but why not be kind when nights dip to 27.
Monday, May 9, 2016
For what seems like a moment, the apple blossoms arrive.
I know their time will be brief before the spring rain or breeze will whisk them away.
I attempt to take them in, to memorize each blossom, before they disappear as quickly as they arrived. They remind me of how tender a moment truly is...little winged flowers.