Ain't That the Truth!

Heavenly Isn't It?

Mini Paperless Cupcakes Waiting For Icing

"First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do."-Epictetus

Picture Thought

After being gloomy all day Thursday the sun finally peeked thru just as it was setting.

Picture Thoughts on Off-Grid

I promise to slack up about off-grid living but thought this was a neat comparison:

Off-grid yester year.

Off-grid today.

Have a great day!

Now You See It, Now You Don't

What paper towel holder?

I'm ready for this challenge!

Bring it!

34 Today!

Where has the time gone?

Say What?

Drilling a hole in his arm? 

A Just 'Cause Post

The socks were hung by the wood stove with care,

Hoping they would dry in the warm, cozy air.

It Shrunk

Leaving the sawmill with kindling.

Stacked up nice and neat.

It looked like a whole lot more in the back of the truck.

( By the way, this is my 300th post.  Thanks for making that possible.  I wish we could celebrate with a give away but Gray Days just isn't big enough yet.  Maybe in the near future.)

I can make a mess with the best of them!

Words

The tree tops along the creek were colored now. Oaks were reds and yellows and browns and greens. Cottonwoods and sycamores and walnuts were sunshiny yellow. The sky was not so brightly blue, and the wind was rough.

Little House on the Prairie -Laura Ingalls Wilder

Happy Birthday!

Happy 11th to my handsome, funny, smart, kind, loveable son!

We love you and are so proud of you!

Happy Birthday, Zach!!!!

Changes

This has been a year of change. It seems as if I no more than get over one wave of change then another comes rolling in. And with it they bring emotions that are difficult at times but I remind myself that life is continual change. Be it good or bad, whether we like it or not. Last week more changes took place. And it was bittersweet. I am excited about the progress that will eventually be accomplished but sad to visually see memories roll away.  But I'm hopeful like Laura, maybe the times that are coming will be even better............

The sun was sinking now, and she told how its glory of crimson and gold flamed upon the sky and faded to rose and gray.
“Let’s go back to the house now,” Mary said. “I can feel the change in the air.”
They stood a moment longer with hands clasped, facing the west, then slowly they walked down the slope past the stable.
“Time passes so quickly now,” said Mary. “Do you remember when the winter was so long, it seemed that summer would never come. And then in summertime, winter was so long ago we almost forgot what it was like?”
“Yes, and what good times we had when we were little,” Laura answered. “But maybe the times that are coming will be even better. You never know.”

These Happy Golden Years-Laura Ingalls Wilder

Happy Golden Years

I've been in a brooding mood this weekend..........time passing and changes.

I'm afraid several posts like this are still to come this week.

Twilight faded as the little stars went out and the moon rose and floated upward. Its silvery light flooded the sky and the prairie. The winds that had blown whispering over the grasses all the summer day now lay sleeping, and quietness brooded over the moon drenched land.
“It is a wonderful night,” Almanzo said.
"It is a beautiful world,” Laura answered, and in memory she heard the voice of Pa’s fiddle and the echo of a song,

                                     “Golden years are passing by,
                                       These happy, golden years.”

These Happy Golden Years-Laura Ingalls Wilder

Words

She opened the third door. A squeal of excitement came out of her mouth and startled the listening house. There before her eyes was a little store. All up the walls of that small room were shelves, and on the shelves were dishes, and pans and pots, and boxes, and cans. All around under the shelves stood barrels and boxes.

The first barrel was nearly full of flour. The second held corn meal. The third had a tight lid, and it was full of pieces of fat, white pork held down in brown brine. Laura had never seen so much salt pork at one time. There was a wooden box full of square soda crackers, and a box full of big slabs of salted fish. There was a large box of dried apples, and two sacks full of potatoes, and another big sack nearly full of beans.

By the Shores of Silver Lake- Laura Ingalls Wilder

A Piece of History

My Mother-in-law's new play pretty.

The ironic part is that leading up to her bringing this home, we, that is chuck and myself, had been toying with the idea of closing in a part of our back porch off the kitchen and getting a wood stove to suppliment our gas heat and also give us an alternative cooking source in a power outage.  Now I never hope to acquire such a gem as the one pictured above, but was thinking along the lines of what my father has;  a little flat top stove.  One where I could set my cast iron dutch oven and cook stew, soup, chili, or a pot a beans all day.   An oven for making biscuits would be a wonderful bonus but I'm not holding my breath.  Plus, like I said we were just toying with the idea because it would take a lot of work and a lot of material to do that but it doesn't hurt to dream! 

 Anyway hope you enjoy the pics and I hope she enjoys her treasure; her own little piece of history.  I wish it could talk and tell us all the stories it must of heard while chicks and children, puppies and hearts were warmed while standing around that little stove. 

Words

The days were growing shorter and the nights were cooler. One night Jack Frost passed by , and in the morning there were bright colors here and there among the green leaves of the Big Woods. Then all the leaves stopped being green. They were yellow and scarlet and crimson and golden and brown.

House in the Big Woods -Laura Ingalls Wilder

Picture Thought

This reminds me of a cabinet in Granny's kitchen.