Happy 90th!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
Started out right away this morning on my manure project. The side of the barn went from this:
The cake was scrumptious!
Whenever I visit family or family visits me, after their visit, their absence is heard in the silence, the lack of conversation and laughter. It’s felt in the lack of them, the empty space that was so recently filled with a familiar, cozy presence. It takes awhile to adjust and for things to feel normal…
I read an article by Umair Haque called “How to Have a Year that Counts” (thanks to a friend sharing the link on Facebook). The words that jumped out at me from that article were these: “Our days count—and only count—when we may love more than we could before. Think about it: if you loved…
This was going to be a post about Bisbee (one of my favorite Arizona towns), but with the onset of snow, blogging about the desert seemed all wrong. And I know I’ve been a once a week Wednesday blogger for awhile, but the snow would be old news by Wednesday so this week I’m a…
Ugh. Yesterday was a carrying horse feed and dog food and trying to hoist up my garage door kind of day. My left shoulder feels as though a knife is sticking out of it. Maybe I should check in a mirror, just in case. Tuesday, around 5 AM, there was this strange, reoccuring orange glow…
So many memories put away. Need to go through them. No, not today. My Mom’s china, My son’s artwork and toys, Just start sorting through it, One of life’s little joys. Pieces that remind me where I’ve been. Memories of things I thought I’d never go through again. I take another look At the piles…
I’m not happy, I’m cheerful. There’s a difference. A happy woman has no cares at all. A cheerful woman has cares but has learned how to deal with them.— Beverly Sills (1929-) American Opera Singer Last Monday morning I was cleaning up manure and I must have gotten distracted, which happens quite often to me….
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Great job on the poop scoop!
Happy Birthday to your Aunt Fran!
Poop, poop, poop – good job!
Caring Bridge sounds like an awesome idea. But, it sounds like your friend D is going through hell – I’m sending my thoughts.