Mothers Day!! A little reflection on my mama and her mom today – and honestly, not a day goes by that I don’t think of or am reminded of each of them at some point. My mama flew away to heaven too soon for us left behind. She was fifty four years young. But she… Read More Thoughts on Mom
Two Years ago this month, our oldest girl married her high school sweetheart! I’ve been reminiscing, we worked all thru 2014 making many DIY decorations, sourcing supplies, and really trying to stay on budget! We are so pleased with how it all came together!! Here’s a little peek into their special day!! Friday evening nuptials… Read More Two Years!!
The old saying for March, In like a Lion, Out like a Lamb! Briton Rivière, Una and Lion nineteenth century I love March – spring is coming, longer days (tho I hate ‘spring forward’ time change!). warmer weather – good bye coats, hello sweaters!! spring colors are in stores, like a breath of fresh air!… Read More In like a Lion
Little Valentine cookie baking going on around here…sent off a box to our College Girl and her Guy…hope they make it, and not in a million pieces! We love our cookies around here…. The Linzer Heart cookie is one of our Vday staples- (pictured here in the middle). I use the Martha Stewart recipe. We… Read More Sweets for Valentines Day
January! 2016!! Most have already resolutely approached the beginning of the year. And I must say, I generally do too. Usually, I have aspirations of greatness, ideas brimming, big plans for the new month and year. My problem – the November/December holidays and selling season are full and packed, busy and long. By New Years,… Read More January
My Gram!! This sweet picture of a small girl with a big smile and as big a slice of watermelon at a Sunday afternoon Sunday School picnic is my Gram. (I also love the bits of wheat seen in the background!) The Kansas kid, Grace Marguerite must be about 5 years old here. It would… Read More My Gram
The grandpa I grew up with is not the grandpa I remember today; Remembrance Day, Veterans Day. Growing up, to me he was lovable, huggable, jolly Gramp. He was called Gene, by my Gram. Dusty, by family and close friends – because of his semi pro days at third base. And to us, the grandkids,… Read More Remembering