Few sounds evoke that old country farm-house nostalgia as hearing rain on an old tin roof.
Today I’m heading out to face one of my fears. It is just something I have to do. Sometimes I get scared.
Back in October, I decided to preserve some of the last flowers of the season from our gardens, by means of pressing. I went out to the gardens and cut the best-looking cosmos.
These seed packets jumped into my shopping cart the other day. I’ve been reading the seed catalogs and dreaming about what I will plant in the garden this year. Ah spring, I’m looking forward to welcoming you. Right now, though, it is very cold out and we are under a blanket of snow. Our pipes… Continue reading under the magic blanket
I meant to keep in touch a little better, but life has been happening. I’m trying to adjust to it getting dark so early and cooler temperatures. We are supposed to get hit with an arctic blast in the next few days. Ick. I took a bad fall the week before Thanksgiving and I broke… Continue reading a few broken bones gangsters in my family
I’ve been off-line and out of touch and away. All summer there has been a whirlwind of activity here at the cottage. The cottage renovation is still an ongoing process and will be for some time. The exterior work is complete for the most part. Our Cottage received her new paint colors – green, blue… Continue reading You Hoo it’s me
Goodbye, Coral Cottage. Hello something something cottage… We are going green and blue. All summer I’ve had paint samples taped to various parts of the house. I studied those samples at different times of the day and on sunny days and cloudy days, ’cause you know how paint can change in different light. After a few… Continue reading goodbye Coral Cottage