A few pics from my photo journal.
A few pics from my photo journal.
What a crazy full moon week around here. Have you felt it too?
Not being one that feels as though they can offer upbeat advice, positive thoughts and such, I’m just not going to attempt to do so. I try to look on the positive side of things, although I’ll admit there are times when I struggle with it. I’m just not the cheerleader type. Like – yay …
We should have little moon chicks running amuck, in about two weeks.
So, I was going to write a post this week about Lucky ducky. Many of you have joined along on my journey to care for this little creature; I wanted to share what was next for him. But, I can’t now. I try but it catches in my throat.
Food and dirty dishes. Cooking, eating, growing my own herbs these passions collide into a beautiful thing. When there is a dishwasher in the house. We have been without a dishwasher for almost a year. It was broken beyond repair, and the funds weren’t there to replace it and or there were other financial …
Few sounds evoke that old country farm-house nostalgia as hearing rain on an old tin roof.
As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den. I’ll never be seen again.
Why is there a peacock in my living room? We have so many projects going at once. We start one, then something comes up and we stop what we are working on and move on to something else. Please tell me we aren’t the only ones with too many irons in the fire?
