Monday, May 17

Fields of Gold

We have been aplenty with golden blooms this year.  Fields of Gold...Buttercups.  This is the breathtaking view from the backyard looking towards the property across the road at the end of the three acres.  As a child, and even as a playful adult, I would hold a buttercup under my chin to show everyone that I  liked butter,
and I do.  

Although I do not have a photo of the flood plain in the far distance down the driveway, those fields are also bathed in yellow.  Spring.

Buttercups and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers;
Coming ere the Springtime,
To tell of sunny hours.”
Mary Howitt

Saturday, May 8

Underground utilities

Look at that wide stripe!  Through our upstairs office window we can easily see the strip protecting newly planted grass covering the path dug for underground utilities.  It is amazing to live in the country and have no overhead wires around the house.  The power, phone and DSL should never be lost!  Occasionally we still need to "reboot" DirecTV, but it is wonderful having so many channels on this hill overlooking the flood plain in the far distance.  Never a worry about flooding either.  Can it get any better?  Why would we want to move to Florida and its hurricanes and tornados and 4pm daily thunderstorms.  Only one answer...family, family we love and want to be near to.  We will miss the security of our underground wiring and Dr. Joe and Jean.   Thanks to Dr. Joe next door for arranging for the underground service.  Nifty!

Monday, May 3

Grammy's Kitchen


Clean, white, large.  That's this kitchen.  It is often filled with people - young and old.  Many  gatherings have been held here with the serving of meals both sit-down and buffet style, with people making ice cream sundaes along the counters, by serving cups of coffee and tall glasses of fresh brewed iced tea plus the bonus of my husband's breadmaking, the results of which are scrumptious to eat and wonderful to smell as it bakes.  A happy place for us and for many friends and family members.    And for yours....

Let the light pour in, and it does.  Thank you, Lord.