Here's the deal. There's no mist happening in our neck of the woods today. What is Frank thinking, wanting us all to share misty thoughts? Well...I've got some news for him. I'm sending this here letter to shed some white light on what's happening across the ocean blue from where he lives. Don't sigh, he… Continue reading When memories of dewdrops freeze
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A glowing tradition of naughty or nice?
I just think Christmas is a time to embrace all the naughty little things. - Jade Thirlwall Post Inspiration - My childhood holiday decorations, remembering my mom setting them out and warning me and my brother not to touch them, and how much I miss her enthusiasm for her holiday traditional decorations, and Frank's Tuesday… Continue reading A glowing tradition of naughty or nice?
DIY installation of laminate countertops in 4 weeks
At some point in life, every whip cracker of the family (aka, me) wants to redo the kitchen. With a budget in mind, of course. And a desire to do it yourself, just like they do on HGTV. Easy, right? The shopping and the dreaming is the easiest part, trust me. The rest of it… Continue reading DIY installation of laminate countertops in 4 weeks
The new wall color looks lovely with my eyes
Here's the deal. Hoomans do loud things as they coast along through life. They make messes and they simply don't understand the stress of any type of home remodeling projects. I'm sure they never thought of the stresses while relaxing and dreaming in a much calmer setting. Or at least they don't get how… Continue reading The new wall color looks lovely with my eyes
Skydiving on dandelion fluff
What would life be like if you could float in the sky on dandelion fluff? Would you do it? Would you be brave and trust that you'd land where you belong? Fluffy, floating little seeds look so fragile to me. Yet, somehow, someway, with persistence, they survive and thrive adventures as they drift across the skies.I'm… Continue reading Skydiving on dandelion fluff
Wooly weeds and a mating dance kind of morning
My window was open yesterday morning, and I heard a ruckus of birds chattering in the trees surrounding the house. The crows were yelling at each other. The Blue Jays were squawking at something - I never know what. And then I heard the familiar sound of a swoop of sandhill cranes. I didn't look… Continue reading Wooly weeds and a mating dance kind of morning