Daily reflections, insightful and often humorous, of a 62 year old Southern grandmother recently transplanted to a Pacific Northwest Tree Farm. Vivid descriptions of life on the farm, family and travel. Special interests include Southern cooking, painting, sewing, creating reborn dolls.
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This is the view from my window this morning. Fog so thick, I can barely see the first line of trees. For some reason, it reminded me of a poster I once saw. Half of the poster was painted a solid black with jagged edges…the remainder of the...
It was Thursday a week ago. My macho logger tree farmer husband and I had just returned from town where we had happily ordered our new hot tub for the patio.
He decided to take advantage of the warm afternoon, and a break in the rain, to finish...
I live in the Pacific Northwest on a conifer tree farm in the Callahans. Everywhere I look, there are shades of green…Douglas Fir, Grand Fir, a few Cedar and Scotch pine. There’s a reason that the Pacific Northwest produces these majestic trees...
When I was growing up, there was only one car which my Dad took to work. This meant, of course, I walked to school. Granted, we didn’t live on a farm after my toddler years and it wasn’t a five mile walk through blizzards etc., but there were some...
Our hot tub patio...a work in progress
Yesterday was just one of those days. I had spent a good portion of the morning up on a scaffold (not fond of those things) helping my macho logger tree farmer by “holding” the frame for the roof of the hot tub...
