frozen fairy farts

Thank you all for having my back, taking the time to send your condolences to me on my family losses.  I’m embarrassed to admit, I tried to reply to each of you, but then I found that I got really emotional, and just couldn’t.  So please accept my thank you for your kindness.

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Ruby Sloggers There’s No Place Like Home

Brilliant sunshine, fallen leaves crispy and crunchy under my feet, heavy with a coating of frost, a thousand diamonds shimmer in the grass.  An owl screeches high in the treetops.  A donkey is braying loudly and the chickens are beginning their morning chatter.  Swoosh swoosh a flock of buzzards soars overhead.

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white magic and a brown cow in the pantry

It happened in the butler’s pantry.

 A hall-way space, and once upon a time when our house was first built, it was the kitchen.

Now a brown cow supervises my every move.

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lusty lavender the day I became rebellious

 smile.

Last year I met a woman in the grocery store that had purple hair.  I stopped to talk to her and asked if I could take her picture.  She was absolutely thrilled to have her picture taken.

Purple has been my favorite color for a very long time.

Although as a very young child when asked, I said red.  I think maybe it was suggested by someone else, that red was my favorite color.

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whispers from the soul

Isn’t it wonderful to have a new year and a fresh new start?

What’s next for you?

Years ago I came across a blog that I found so inspirational.  The content was fun and the photography was beautiful.  The photos were always so bright.  I studied the photos and the blogger shared her camera tips and I soaked it up like a sponge, and then almost the next day, she stopped blogging.

Don’t you just hate that, it is like when you have a TV show you really like and it is canceled?  Crap. Continue reading

a new season

I hope that Y’all came through the holiday season with blessings and all good things.

I in my elf slippers and Mr. Cottage in his flannel, we snuggled in on Christmas eve for a day of just doing for us.

Mr. Cottage and I have had a long tradition of cooking a special Christmas Eve dinner – something a little fancy.  Since the passing of Mother Cottage, we have invited Father Cottage to join us for Christmas Eve supper.  I’ve made various steak dinners these past few years.   This year, Father Cottage announced that he had other plans for Christmas Eve, so we talked about what we would do, for just the two of us.

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