You can feel it. The earth is ready to shake off her winter blanket. There are quiet stirrings and subtle shuffling of the layers. The robins are singing sweetly at sunup. The scent in the air is different too.
Renovating our 1930’s Cottage style Farmhouse
You can feel it. The earth is ready to shake off her winter blanket. There are quiet stirrings and subtle shuffling of the layers. The robins are singing sweetly at sunup. The scent in the air is different too.
It’s raining again, which is better than snow, but still is it ever going to stop? Mr. Cottage said it feels muted today. That grey cast has wrapped around our little house and it feels like no matter how many lights we turn on, we can’t overpower the gloom. It’s a good day for snuggling …
I was contemplating eating a second pudding cup. Mr. Cottage said he wouldn’t judge me if I did.
Snow is on the way. A hush is in the air, that stillness that always seems to come before snowfall. Orange blossom honey drizzled in my tea. So here I am a week in on the most annoying cold; savoring lots of tea and honey in hopes of soothing my throat.
Hope Y’all are well and had a good holiday. Greetings from all the farm critters.
It’s here. Snow and the colors of the season.
So many of you have asked – thank you for your interest, but yes, it’s been a bit of a sore subject, leaving me at a loss for words, or words that could be repeated in polite company. It was, so to speak the straw that broke the camels back and left me in a …
An earthquake, which is not typical for our area, rocked our little house a few years ago, weakening our cabinet structure and cracking walls. Our old roof was leaking and water had seeped into the drywall, causing it to buckle and peel. The worst part was mold was growing. Last year when our beautiful new red …
Snow is falling. I cooked a feast as though I was expecting an army. Mr. Cottage carved the turkey, we gathered our little family together, we gave thanks and ate until our bellies could hold no more.
