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 roof was put on, we realized that the section that was added to the house sometime in the 1960’s really didn’t provide sufficient structure to support the weight of the upper cabinets and all the glassware for the addition that we added 19 years ago. The cabinets were shifting and we were growing more and more concerned. Continue reading “farmhouse kitchen gets a (small) remodel and Rustic Lasagna”
I swallowed a ladybug the other morning.
I guess they aren’t poisonous because I’m still alive.
Let’s run away together for a moment.
Let’s go to a place in our heart where there is goodness and kindness.
Where there is wellbeing of mind, body and spirit.
A place where we can breathe. Continue reading “clan of the crow”
All the little kitties and all the little doggies of Red Dirt are tucked into their beds.
I had planned to stop blogging for a bit. But here I am again.
Rambling about ordinary things.
A cold wind is blowing.
The treetops are swaying and my breath drifts off in white whispers.
The brown and gray landscaping is starting to take a toll on me.
And then that moon.
An unexpected break in winter weather brought sunshine and milder temperatures.
The snow melted and is now just a cold memory.
I did the warmer weather sunshine chicken dance out by the farm stand.
Neighbors drove by and honked at me.
I’m sure they were thinking there goes that crazy lady doing weird shit again.
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.
On a snowy day, I faced down that cow and got to making. Continue reading “white magic and a brown cow in the pantry”
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.