A simple kind of love

The carnations with their heavenly scent and their ruffled skirts, feeling right at home in a Mason jar on my kitchen table. Thank you Jeff and Trish , I feel special.

Was really only a few weeks ago?

I havn't touched my camera for a few days. Today I decided to torture myself a little and went over some photos that I took this summer. This shady lane on our property is now barren of leaves and the dead grass crunches when walked on. Well it may look good again with a blanket of snow... gee I cant wait ( pulling sweater around tighter).

Vince ... is that you?

This is the scene I saw as I was headed into town yesterday morning. I knew I had to stop and try to get it. I was meeting my daughter for some playhouse shopping so I just snapped a few and moved on. This morning when I loaded the pics on my computer.. I said .. WOW just like a Van Gogh painting! Funny thing was yesterday I saw a guy that looked so much like Vincent that I mused about it all day. I dont think Vinnie would be driving a white utility van though.. or would he?

In the heat of the night

Imagine the look on my face when I crested the hill to find the whole hillside ablaze. Fortunatly it was brush piles that my husband had pushed up. He had contacted the fire dept and gotten permission.

Now imagine my husbands face when he saw four firetrucks roaring up our driveway, with lights ablazin'. Apparently the folks in the fire dept. dont all talk to one another.

BIg Dipper

Last night while I was standing outside waving our visitors off , I noticed that it was a good night for the northern lights. They are very unpredictable , one minute they are there dancing accross the sky and the next they are gone. Yikes my tripod is broken. I know this is not a good picture "technically speaking" but given that I was hand holding my camera at exposures of 20 seconds or more . Add to that all the shivering I was just glad to get anything. I am heading into town today and hopefully I will find a great deal on a tripod... then maybe I will tell you about my love affair with the Big Dipper.

Secret Recipe

I one of those women who has always loved their family with food. Now in the times of rising obesity and all the associated health risks, that has come to be a bad thing. There are some things that I have a hard time omitting from the deadly goodies list. My Secret Cinnamon Buns raise their gooey hands. I have to admit that in the past this recipe remained secret because I loved the acclaim that came with reaching the pinnacle of culinary godessness. Now I keep it a secret because if any health conscious person knew the ingredients, they would never try them. Then how would they know I love them. P.S. If you are interested in the "secret recipe" I would be willing to share . Only after a vow of secrecy is taken and a health wavier is signed.

Tears Today

I am so thankful for loved ones that can accept me when I am a babbling torrent of tears, anger, grief, regret, guilt, shame, and that are able to let me do that and then "get over it" Sometimes a girl has gotta do what a girl has gotta do.