sometimes I wonder, sometimes I just know

If I were to pick my mantra, my motto - this would be my choice.

It has taken me a fair number of years, people & places to have these words find me, but sure as the crow calls, they have. It is that ying & yang of being ~~ moments when you step forward because you let your heart lead, moments when you dig your heels in because you must. To wonder is letting go, to know is holding firm....and both can be who you are.  Wonder & Wisdom, cornerstones for certain.

Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I just know.

next

And green it is!
Green of the shamrock, vintage waxed Easter grass...reminders of this home stretch before spring. This time of year when we wish only to shrug off heavy coats and step outside - even if it means mud boots on. Spring is still in the distance, but nearer now then yesterday. "Next" we seem to collectively whisper to the wind....."next".

sweet wishes

for a wonderfully happy Heart Day!

that's all.....

some explaining

Just recently I was asked, "So, you're not going to have a barn sale this spring?"
The answer is, No.
Our one & only Barn Sale will be in October this year
~~ October 12 & 13, 2013 to be exact.


Now no one has asked why, but I thought I would do just a bit of explaining.

When we bought our farm and first climbed the interior steps to see the hayloft in our 100+ year old Danish barn, once we looked beyond the bales & bales of old straw & hay, we saw the promise of an antique sale right up there. I soon added that thought to my bucket list. I pictured this little old sale, I would have such fun setting up "rooms" in the hayloft, we would then open the doors and we would sit gingerly by and enjoy selling a few goodies. Never ever did I picture hundreds of folks arriving with the need for help on the first morning of the sale (thank you to my sweet friends Jani, Nan & Sarah for the gift of happy help). Never ever did I imagine that it would take almost every free moment leading up to the sale to gather & set up. Never ever did I imagine that this little idea would become a bit of an event. The sales have exceeded every expectation I could have imagined. I have loved every minute of it all!

So, truly the success of the Barn Sales are why I am scaling back to once a year, there are just not enough hours in the day (smile)! With our full time jobs and our work & sales at the Hixton Schoolhouse Antique Mall.....it has been tricky to find enough time for everything. Add to that the fact that we are back to tackling projects on our home & farm........and we are finally building a bit of a cabin on our property in northern Wisconsin - so it is really difficult to find extra time.

So, this spring I know I will miss opening our barn door and seeing many of you -- but I hope to see you in October. As for Dave & I, you might find us on the road looking for vintage treasures, behind the counter at Hixton, with hammer or paintbrush in hand at the farm, or maybe even in a hammock with a book or on the lake up north.

hard hat zone...kind of

Just a little peak at our project progress:

Bathroom is almost ready for a coat of "Daisy White".  Soon, soon, please soon!

Upstairs hallway....had some fun with wallpaper & some kitty help (my McCoy).

The reveal......soon!

in the wee hours...

In those early hours between dusk & dawn, I often evaluate, reflect & plan. Going over the past day's events or the next often helps me organize my thoughts while lulling me back to sleep. These lists are my sheep....I count them until my eyes again close.

Last night I realized that we had accomplished well beyond our share during this new year. My work life seemed in better order, with an office clean-up to end the month. At home, we had organized closets, given & replaced clothing and come well beyond the half way mark in two large projects: our upstairs hallway & bathroom. We enter February with the goal in sight. Soon the final dust will settle. Soon we will walk through rooms without concern of bumping into displaced furniture. Soon I will add all my sweet details, embellishing these rooms with their own personality - again. Then on we will march to the next on our list....

In the wee hours, all is right in my little world, so I indeed savor the stillness. In my mind I cross off items & smile to add a few more.

my plans for the short term

Books...I am rediscovering books.
Spending far too much on pages of words, but relishing every moment, every dime.

My current book of choice is Visiting Tom by Michael Perry
     (yes, Jani, I am finally reading it).
As this story unfolds within a 10 mile radius of my farm, the words are known. Osseo, Fall Creek, Stockmans, haymows, tree lines.....words in my current vocabulary are sprinkled through this book. Although fairly new memories to me, they are still mine.

Next on my agenda, Team of Rivals.

A cold day, warm quilt & good book...doesn't get much better than this.

What is on your current reading list?

the Adorable award

If I were to present an award to Valentine's Day....it would be the award for Adorable! This celebration is nonstop charm, sweetness & yes, adorable to the nth degree! I love this mini hiatus after the pomp & jubilee of Christmas.

Valentine's Day just makes me smile!

Valentine charm

Sharing some pages from a wonderful antique German children's book.
Pages in color and black &white.
I'm not sure of the age, but know it is very old.

I love the charm & detail in these vintage children's play materials.

Wishing you all a happy Sunday!

here we go...again

In 2006 we began a big undertaking....breathing life back into this 1857 farmhouse. Room by room we traveled on our journey, painting my way into a wrist brace. With the help of Charlie, our Carpenter & Dale, our Electrician.....not to mention roofers, plumbers, heating specialists, floorers & a mason - we toiled.

This winter we begin again - choosing three indoor projects: the upstairs hallway, bathroom and the cold storage over the summer kitchen. We hope to finish one room per month through spring.

There is furniture and my sweet collections displaced into other rooms. Walking through the house in the dark now becomes a "travel at your own risk"!

Dale began Friday readying electrical in the bathroom, Charlie arrives at daybreak to begin work on ceilings.

Here we go again...yea, I think!

"Be brave", she said to herself.

At the end of the day, I stopped by the antique mall where I sell at.....I was in the area for my day job & needed a moment of no drama, stress free. I was going to add a few things to my booth & fluff it a bit. The mall was preparing to close & the owner had just arrived to do a bit of work himself. We both stand on opposite ends of the political & even social landscape but have learned to get along just fine. But today he was loaded for bear....and there I stood, a liberal. He unleashed on me such vitriol. At first I just stood my ground, attempting a rational debate, perhaps even a heated conversation. But he was loaded for bear and assumed I wanted to take away his rifle.

Now, if you know me, really know me....you will know I do stand to the left of center and have very strong opinion on many things. However, I often temper my thoughts, carefully groom what I will say to not offend anyone. I do it every day in my work life, leaving my beliefs generally at the office door....only bringing them forward if coerced to do so.

But today, the gloves came off and I said to myself, "be brave". And the words flowed like a river. And I felt better because I was me, and I stood up for what I believe in. See I am an educator of 33 years, a parent of 25 years...and a strong, independent woman. Yes I love my farm! Yes I love my animals! Yes I love to decorate my home with pieces of the past! And Yes I have an opinion! I am all these things. And, no one, no one can believe that their voice is louder then mine.

When I arrived home tonight, I cried & cried. I have such fear for the bravery of our President. If vitriol is addressed at me, what must he carry on his shoulders. And when I lifted my head I saw two sights.....a bench and a roll of barbed wire. We all have a choice: to sit down and talk through the big issues facing us or to pull out the barbed wire and prepare just to fight. I for one am ready for either......I will be brave.

and we do so with compassion in our heart

Any society, any nation, is judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members
- the last, the least, the littlest.
Cardinal Roger Mahoney

the most wonderful time of the year

Sure, call me crazy....
Yes, I live in Wisconsin.
Yes, we are in the middle of winter.

But, just around the corner is Valentine's Day.
I adore Valentine's Day!

Then peak out just a tad further......spring.

So time to get out hearts, layer them in Ironstone, add trim & a touch of black.
Checkerboard is a must.....as is crystal. Heart Day cometh!

(P.S. Valentine's Day has arrived in my booth at the Hixton Schoolhouse Antique Mall too)

if you wish

Often, as I walk up to the house from the barn, I look up to the night sky laid out above me. Always I seek certain constellations that have meaning....three stars in a row for the three Wind girls - me & my sisters. And then, just like a child, I search for a wishing star, one that you just know will take your secret wish into its heart. I stand out in the dark and cast out my wish, watching it float up and away.

As I get older, I find I wish for less, and rarely for myself. My wishes have become more focused
- little prayers I send up to that chosen star, send out to the world on the back of a dandelion seed, or say over & over in the quiet of night.

I don't tend to make resolutions.....I go straight for the wish route. And with a pinch of good will & a fair amount of dirt under the nails, I have seen them come true.

like fresh snow

What I appreciate about winter in Wisconsin is that each snow fall provides a blank slate, a new fresh cover, a do-over. Just like fresh snow, a new year is un-marked, without tracks, lovely & clean - all laid out before you. Soon enough tracks will appear like the rabbit & kitty tracks I spy from our upper windows.....paths that meander, paths that move purposely, paths that appear to go no-where in particular, and paths that go home to the barn or covered brush.

As I awoke this morning, I felt blessed to again receive a year. I am thoughtful in this moment where I lay my first track.....because just like fresh snow, it is waiting.

Happy New Year...