Sunday, February 26, 2017


    Anxiously awaiting warm green days!

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

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.

Sunday, February 19, 2017


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 

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!

Saturday, February 18, 2017

spring on my mind

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

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Sunday, February 12, 2017

I heard the crows call...

I am this odd 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 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 not let coyote or crows intimidate you.  

Sunday, February 5, 2017

little hearts

   A little table near the window in our livingroom is host
   to sweet nods to Valentines Day...

Thursday, February 2, 2017

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, 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.

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