It’s project time upstairs. I’ve been working to get things ready for the bathroom remodel. It won’t really be a lot of remodeling as much as it will be replacing. It’s a tiny bath and it should go rather quickly and hopefully without issue. I was gifted some of the major items I needed (thank … Continue reading project

to be well

There are few colors to describe winter. It’s muted and drab. I find my descriptions bloom when the flowers do. Or if we could finally get some snow, I bet my brain would light up with wonder. White has always brought hope to my weary eyes. The hubby knows what I need and provides generously. I’m … Continue reading to be well


January has come and I finally cut back the grape vines and wisteria. I also pruned the berry bushes. They are dormant now, and will sleep off the rest of winter as long as we have cooler temps. I tossed all the debris into a pile in the garden and torched it until it was … Continue reading january

great undoer

Divine do-overs. Overs, as in more than one. We get 365 in a calendar year. That’s impressive. Reminds me of going to an arcade where the tokens never end. Game over isn’t really a thing that way. It’s game over then game on, again and again. I can be a sore loser or I can … Continue reading great undoer


Today I saw dozens of black cows standing freckled in the drizzle in an open and golden field.  Not long after, a string of black balancing birds perched on an electrical wire against a gray sky like a poster. She shed languishing tears onto her black embroidered shirt while holding a fading black and white … Continue reading pacey

new day

One eye shut A new world Half is still whole Today   12 hours In a bed Cocooned Now new   With frosted tips  Crisp Crowning  Sharp views   Hindsight Foresight Half sight Big picture    Fresh sheets Laundered quilts On a Saturday Giving Sunday thanks   A humming hen Dancing cat tails No hat No … Continue reading new day


Despite our swaddling and month counting, Teague Ezra has suddenly morphed into a snazzy teenager overnight. He’s classy like the 1950’s, has an old soul, and since birth has reminded me of a little elderly man. He is a spitting image of his Papa E, especially when he stands with his hands in his pockets. … Continue reading Teague