take the long way home

           Traveling home from my office clears my head...

with liberty & justice for all

happy summer

right across the road

           I needn't go far to find my color palette....

                                       There it is.

           Literally right across the road from our farm...

cute is cute is cute...

Shhh...

There is this secret, back behind the barn...
                                                                  acres of wonder.

my home, my heart

Dave has been in Seattle this past week with our Ian.  We both agree, 

Seattle fits Ian well.  This was my gift to Dave as he celebrates a 

milestone birthday.  They are both 1800 miles away as I type.  My heart 

resides in Mill Creek, WA...indeed.

In the midst of this week, a Maywood kindergarten friend asked where

we should go next year to celebrate our milestone birthdays that are a 

week apart.  I laughed a "seriously?"  She responded, "Hawaii, Europe?...

the flight is on me".  With her husband employed at a major airline, she is

indeed serious.  

Yesterday I traveled 270 miles round trip to a flea market in MN...I was delighted 

to go, and thankful to be home.  I actually relished the 2 hours on our riding

mower as much as the 2 hours traveling to Minnesota.

What I know is that I am a home body...and feel most content here.  I enjoy day trips,

but want to be home, in my own surrounds, at day's end.  Ian is pushing my 

boundaries, as home is now expanding to include a mountain community on the west coast.

My first answer to my friend was to travel to Norway or Sweden (and of course I would 

cover my flight)...but secretly, my heart says home.  I would need to pack my ruby

slippers.

Lucy Lily

               I am an equal opportunity cat~momma!  

Daisy Grace

                 Sometimes the best part of the day is provided with a purr.

apple blossoms & busy bees...

color

I have never been timid with color.  Although I admire
the white on white palette, it has never been for me.

I am drawn to color.

Layer upon layer upon layer...

Little Moo

There are these moments you know you will never forget...
Such was Monday evening.
Our timid patriarch goat was ill, the vet was called.
We knew what was right.
While we waited, I sat next to Little Moo, stroking the thick black fur on his neck.
We talked about his long life at his farm and how he had blessed my life.
We listened to the lullaby he had heard at dusk a thousand times...
  a leaf against the straw, the wind on the barn flaps, the coo from the silo.

Little Moo left us quietly & bravely...just as he had lived.

spring booth

Reboot in my booth at the Hixton Schoolhouse Antique Mall!

Farmhouse, cottage & cabin vintage finds await...

little white holder

One of my favorite finds is this sweet white holder.

Paired with vintage Easter grass & bunny & chick cutters...

adorable!

Some sweet pot holders & dish towels round out the charm.

April, sigh...

This month always brings with it a sigh of relief.

In the Midwest, it means we made it through winter.

So, I treat my home to sweet spring treats.

The vintage wicker & glass tray is perfect to show some of

my vintage spring cards.  The teapot is from my childhood

home.  The firkin was a fabulous $30 find!  And the zinc 

topped trunk provides the perfect coffee table.

Happy April!  Happy Spring!