When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed . . .

I am blessed.  Whatever else may happen, I cannot forget that. 




Portent



Today was one of those unsettled days--windy, temperatures in the 80s, angry clouds.  The weathermap was covered in red and yellow boxes.  Despite the predictions, the resident dragon and I bucked the gale force winds and made the hour trek into work. 

Roadside Relic: Ma Bell's Land Lines



How much longer will we see these?



Making the Write Moves



Sunset view from my office window

I told you last week that I was ready to get to work making my dream a reality.  Well, I've been making some moves toward one part of my dream:  writing.

Making a Dream a Reality

"A dream is a wish your heart makes . . ."

from Cinderella by Walt Disney Pictures

It's easy to dream.  For years I dreamed about my dream house, on my dream farm, becoming fabulously wealthy from writing my dream books while being a genteel farmer. 

Living Room

I love Saturday mornings here on the farm.  I rise with the sun, instead of the clock, stumble my way through the kitchen to the living room, which is so aptly named.

Rainy Day Epiphanies



My trusty shovel and I worked very hard on those ditches!



It's a rainy February morning here on the farm, and I've not seen this much water since the winter we built our house.  The ditches I hand-dug are spilling over; the culvert under the driveway is gamely trying to direct the water to the future stock pond location.  It's so quiet I can hear the occasional meadowlark complaining about the rain.  He'll be singing a new tune when the water subsides enough for him to snatch up the insects surfacing to escape the boggy dirt.

Have a Hand Made, Home Made, Heart Made Holiday!

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!  Of course that means gift lists--both for giving and receiving.  With everyone's pocketbook fraying a bit around the edges, consider abandoning the mall in favor of presents custom-selected, and custom-made, for the recipient.