What Will Be, Will Be
We didn’t get as much done over the weekend as we had hoped. We have some of the lights up but there are multiple strands still laying in the yard. We have to go through a few and find whichever bulbs are causing the outages. I guess the title from my last post was foretelling. Christmas lights frustrate me, as does pie crust, wrapping oddly shaped presents, and doors that do not clearly mark if they swing from the left or from the right. On the mouse front… We plugged every hole we could find that may be allowing the mice access to the kitchen. Now they’re coming from the…
I Watched from the Dirt Road
Title From: Fire Red Horse by The Lone Bellow
Why Can’t I Keep a Moment Frozen?
Title From: Melting in My Icebox by Bronze Radio Return
Nothing Compares to Waking Up in the Sunshine
Since the last time I posted a photo here we: 1. May 2013: Left our old farmhouse in Iowa and moved to Connecticut where we lived in a tiny cabin. It was nestled in a valley along the Housatonic river, in the Berkshire mountains, in the “quiet corner” of the state. There was no cell service or internet and everything was at least 40 minutes away, but there were bears, coyotes, peace, and beauty. 2. June 2014: Bought a cap for our truck, put all our belongings into storage, and headed west — vagabonds with a dream of living in Montana. 3. Summer 2014: Spent three months (hot, hot, hot,…
I Think That You Know What to Do
Title From: You’re Lost Little Girl by The Doors
