These roses shouldn’t even have survived all these years. Their tenacity surprised me. Now, they’ve crept up past my bathroom windowsill and I see them every morning moving in the breeze. I was feeling a little sentimental about them.
This is it: (365 Day 287) Making quick work of my more appropriately colored oatmeal pullover, I watched an hour of the new Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on…
It’s nice to see that we’re all enjoying bath time in there. (day 29) (my Flickr) The remodel is almost over. I just had to take a picture of this…
Here’s some progress on my Blowing Snow Cardigan for the MidwesternKnits KAL. I really liked the yarn used in the sample, but my budget didn’t allow for it at the…
These doorknobs are from my grandparents pre-hurricane house, the one they lived in for more than 50 years. That’s the one that smelled of Carter Hall tobacco and comfort food….
Remember when if you liked someone, you gave them a mixtape of songs you thought they would like or songs you liked that you hoped they would like too, etc?…
The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever. – Isaiah 40: 8 Man, who is born of woman, is of few days and full…
