Ever since I was a wee girl, the story of Christmas, and it’s meaning was read to me. My Dad often read the account from the Bible . This is a memory that makes me smile . I had a good good Father . Story time when you are a child is treasured, but it … More When hope was born ….

Mum entered the long term care home in June of 2020, during the coved pandemic. This is hard to write, because there are many feelings and emotions fluttering in and out of my lungs. To say this year has been fraught with land mines and emotional roller coaster rides is a gross understatement. We have … More Being in captivity ….

It was a treasure hunt amongst the ruins, and cast away items that needed to find resurrected life in another home. We were saving them, doing them a favor, these artifacts that caught our eyes, and placed smiles of satisfaction upon our lips. “Junking,” a term I heard from a friend at least 20 years … More The “Antiquing Amigas..”

When two girls are shopping at TJ Maxx, and both find the same pair of shoes, it’s a material and economic question that needs to be asked.. “ Do we really need these?” Of course the answer, is not need, inevitably, it’s want. They appeal to our sense of style. We each spied them, independent … More Mixing and Matching….

Hiking through a “ cathedral of trees” is a healing balm for the anxious and unquiet that often lives in the mind. Immersed within the covering of forest, and leaves, there is a comfortable protection that surrounds, and exclamations of thankfulness fall from my lips. Within the trunks of these graceful aspens, are the dark … More Wander forward through the trees….

Blue can be a color, or a state of mind. The sky being blue is miraculous, but the state of feeling blue.. not so much. It permeates you’re being, and lingers longer than expected. Being blue is something you can’t just shake off, and get happy. It is there to be contended with and explored. … More It’s a blue view….

Lean back, and take a load off …gaze into the welcoming blue water, let the gentle wind tickle your nose …the view from the hammock. It does not disappoint… the gentle swaying back and forth, the occasional chirp of a bird happily flying overhead in the tree, the pause button on your life is pressed. … More Dock Visits…

Pardon me if I obsess over this floating bliss of laying flat out face to the sky on the top of the lake. I’m on “Topajo”, or as I now realize in a lightbulb moment, on the top of Lake Joe, the most northern point in Hamer Bay, on the lake. The world goes away … More Reflections of grandeur….

….and there is nobody there to hear it, does it make a sound?“ Whenever something or someone breaks, a weakness or an abrasion, a inner wound was first there festering, and rotting away at the bones of the tree, the inner sanctum, long before the fall into oblivion. The area where the tree breaks leaves … More “If a tree falls in the forest…

Hey… that rhymes… and that makes for a happy face 😄. It’s the little things, like words working together, and dripping off your tongue in a way that amuses you…. that is what a rhyme does for me. The decrepit picnic table has now been moved to the front porch. It’s turned out to be … More Red neck front deck…