soon...

    Anxiously awaiting warm green days!

gentle farewell

Saying goodbye to a pet is just never easy.  Over the years we

have become very attached to all of our dear hearts...even those

that call the barn home. 

In the early morning hours, dear Chestnut Violet ~ one of our oldest kittens
born on this farm passed on.  She will be greeted in a heavenly meadow by many
beloved siblings and one Taffy goat.

We will miss you Nutskie...

May her memory be for a blessing.

check!

I have had "make a new sink skirt" on my list for just

about forever!  Today I decided to officially check it off.

This sink is original to our 1857 farmhouse...and quite

likes to dress up in sweet fabric.  The blue floral top edge

mimics the fabric I used at the two windows in the 

kitchen.

What you won't see is the rough line of stitches holding

the pleats to Velcro.  I broke 4 needles in process.  I used

my vintage lace trick to cover up the unsightly stitches.

She is a happy little sink in a happy little kitchen!

spring on my mind

Our sweet little property in Winter, Wisconsin.  Can almost feel spring!

happiest heart day...

I heard the crows call...

I am this odd personality...in the Myers-Briggs world, a rare INFJ.
I see a lot of things in metaphor and/or analogy.
In a world that often makes no sense, I will walk into the fire...not afraid to share my opinion, but often will be my own worst critic when I do.

My husband, Dave, is my opposite, my shadow personality.  He doesn't overthink (like me)...but takes action.  In my eyes, he is heroic.  He, too, is a protector.  When we hear the coyote at night...he will just go out and shoot into the air ~~ scattering them from our farm.

The other morning, as I was getting ready for the day ahead, I heard the crows call.  This is

always an ominous sound to me.  There is a good reason a group of crows is called a 

"Murder of Crows".  I watched where they flew...to the side of the road between our farm & 

the next.  I assumed they had found a carcass to pick at.  My disdain was obvious as I made

sure to go that way to work.  I promised myself I could even take on crows...fighting back

their selfish greed.  Metaphor.  Analogy.  Thus is the world of an INFJ.  If I can't wrap my 

mind around how exactly we fix the greater good, let me take off after the crows.  I may

just learn a lesson along the way.

Moral of the story...do not let coyote or crows intimidate you.  

little hearts

   A little table near the window in our livingroom is host

   to sweet nods to Valentines Day...

The Big Red Barn

In the winter, all the barn cats come home--even my 

traveling Luna.  We open the inside stairs to the hayloft 

so they have more space to hang out.  

This winter we have an extra cat, Patches...an older boy that 

now calls this barn home.  He was cautious around me at first, 

but now let's me pat his head, following me around with a raspy meow.

One of my favorite times of the day is when I get home from

work.  I am always greeted by a small herd of cats, anxious

for a refresher of food & water, a kind word & touch and a reminder

that this big red barn is their home.