Tuesday, October 25, 2016


I take pet ownership seriously.  We care for & love our
animals...investing in their well being.  So when an older stray
black cat started appearing in the barn, I was not too pleased.
Would he fight with my cats?  Would he bring illness?  

Dave called him "Midnight" - it stuck.  And over time, he stuck too.

Midnight found the stairs to our hayloft a safe place to watch from, 
and eventually join in the evening meal from...with his own dish on
the upper most step.  Over time, I coaxed him down to a lower step
to pet him.  He was an older boy...rough around the edges, wide at
the face, scarred.  After a meal, he would lay on his back, just barely on the
stair and reach out with his paw.  I learned to not worry about him
biting or scratching.  But he was a fighter, no doubt...just not in the solace 
of the barn that had slowly become home to him.

For over a year, Midnight joined our cat family in the barn...often running
across the soy bean field when my blue car turned into the driveway.
Eventually he joined the other barn cats, rubbing against my legs as a form of
socialization, and maybe a gentle thanks.  

Midnight now takes his own place in the chapters of this farm, and in the 
memory of this old heart.  He taught me not to judge too quickly.  
I still watch for him across the soy...and suspect I always will.

Friday, October 21, 2016


           Sale through November 4th in my booth at the
                    Hixton Schoolhouse Antique Mall!

Friday, October 14, 2016

lessons learned on a farm

So, here are some things I've learned at our farm:
  • A good pair of boots are essential
  • Hay is not the same as straw
  • Walking out to the barn can ease your mind
  • Pigeons love silos
  • The sky just seems larger
  • And the life of a barn cat is measured in months, not years....
Farewell Sweetie -- we will miss your dear purr.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

a bittersweet season

            little bits of orange...

             greens to browns to russet tones

           and a jack-o-lantern here & there

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Saturday, October 1, 2016

she rises

I have learned that courage can be found in the quietest of places.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  
I will wear my pink with pride too.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Welcome sweet Autumn!

She arrived while we slept.  Quietly falling into our morning as if 
she had been there always.  I had felt her presence in the dark clouds the eve 
before...and looked to the sky with awe.  I woke early to greet her.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Sunday, September 4, 2016

bits of early autumn

ever so quietly, fall begins to arrive at Meadowview Farm...

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

kitty love

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

hold it

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

the unexpected

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

morning greetings

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!
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