Friday, April 29, 2016

Life is...

...short. Smile big while you still have all of your teeth.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Finishing April

The rhubarb is growing like crazy, which means jam and streusel muffins and soon, custard pie. My mouth is watering now, just typing the words.

I've been stitching like crazy on two small patriotic designs and two samplers, with another installment in my coverlet series on its way home to me from a model stitcher. I hope your needles are greased and ready, because my designing mojo is not slowing down one tiny bit.

We had an amazing thunderstorm blow through the other day, a perfectly sunny day quickly turning dark and stormy. I adore thunderstorms. They make me feel adventurous and a bit wild. The kids were playing outside, unaware of the coming storm, and came running into the house when the rain started, one excited about the thunder in the distance, the other wide eyed and scared. They sat together on the porch swing watching the rain roll in, counting seconds in between thunder and lightning, the younger one holding onto the older one for dear life. It was the sweetest thing ever. Until the most gigantic clap of thunder ever happened, and she just couldn't stand it any longer. We all jumped a foot off of the ground, she squealed and ran into the house while the boy and I laughed until we cried.

There were some seeds left over from the Russian Kale that I fell in love with and grew in the garden last Summer, so the Farmboy planted a patch in the green house for me this Spring. It has now officially taken over, and I am eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Yum.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Life is...

...not always easy, but...

"There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle." 
- attributed to Albert Einstein

Monday, April 18, 2016


Sunshine, more than our usual share, has brought Spring on rather quickly. Flowers bloom profusely and are already spent before they would have ventured out on a normal year. The lilacs, which I usually associate with Mother's Day, will be done with perfuming the air long before May begins.

School is nearing the end for the year, and the three of us are glad, but not in the same way past years have felt. This new way of doing school has been the best thing ever, and I see no going back to the old way ever again. Life feels as it should be.

April is the most important month of the Farmboy's birthday. We had beautiful weather for his celebration, which, meant it was warm enough for me to stand outside for a few hours making a giant pan of paella to share with his family. I decided this year that I'll be upgrading to a larger paella pan. The 18 incher just isn't big enough anymore. I'm moving up to the big leagues!
If you haven't yet, you need to head over to meet the Farmboy's sister on her blog, Where Sisters Gather. If I had never met her, it's highly doubtful you would know me. She's the one that introduced me to antique schoolgirl samplers all those years ago, which eventually turned me into the one-woman sampler-designing factory that I am today. Besides, she has an amazing eye for antiques and decorating, and just might have the perfect item for you listed in her ebay store.

Friday, April 15, 2016

Thursday, April 14, 2016


One day getting sunburnt, the next bundling up in layers because it's downright chilly out.

Sunshine, rain, hail, in quick succession.

This is Spring in our part of Oregon... At least we haven't had any late snowfalls this year.

It is turning so green outside that it sometimes hurts my eyes. Glowing shades of the brightest chartreuse with flowers, flowers, flowers everywhere. Cherry blossoms and dogwood and lilacs and the bulbs springing from the ground. The earth has waited long enough and all of that saved up energy is bursting into the air, leaving behind a dusting of pollen on every surface.

He wants to eat the double blooms on the flowering cherry because they look like cotton candy... She breathes them in so deeply that they tickle her nostrils and make her laugh.