where Debbie Glende, aka The Crabby Wren, opens her outbuildings for occasional seasonal sales. Her holiday market, “Vintage Christmas in the Barn,” is no longer open. But it got me thinking about how much I appreciate the goods of yesteryear. And how this old stuff can make an ideal ...
The weather, only in the 30s and blustery, proved too cold for outdoor dining. We opted to eat in the van while parked outside the public library. “Heritage of Promise” by Jeff Barber. A third sculpture of a child is not included in this photo. Directly in our line of vision ...
It’s November inMinnesota, which means we’re all busy wrapping up outdoor chores before the snow arrives. There are Halloween decorations to take down, Christmas lights to put up, leaves to rake and get rid of, and patio furniture to stow away. But there’s one thing that’s still h...
Hosta’s are known for being a reliable flower that grows in shady areas. They also grow in direct sunlight. I am very familiar with these as my old house had many of them planted throughout the front yard. To say that this plant is hearty is an understatement. They grow very large a...
Hosta’s are known for being a reliable flower that grows in shady areas. They also grow in direct sunlight. I am very familiar with these as my old house had many of them planted throughout the front yard. To say that this plant is hearty is an understatement. They grow very large ...
I could pull them out and put them on the deck in case I get a lot of company. I only have four chairs on the front deck and five on the back deck, along with an outdoor couch that seats three. I’m really almost embarrassed to mention the 15 chairs that I have in the house,...
Have you ever been to Target shopping and noticed this logo on their clothing? Do you know what this logo is? It's Dayton's logo from years gone by! I've been trying to figure out where I saw it, and sure enough, that's exactly what it's supposed to reflect. Get our free mobil...
Memories of the Christmas story told and retold within the verses of “Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem.” Memories of singing “Silent Night” in the still darkness of a sanctuary, peace settling upon me. Childhood memories of belting out the jubilant words of “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing....
“THERE, I LOCKEDthe cold outside,” he said upon securing the kitchen door before bedtime. My husband possesses a unique sense of humor. And on a brutally cold January evening with wind chills plummeting into the minus 30-degree range, humor is welcome, perhaps even necessary. ...
And so, weeks out from Christmas, The Great Invader found himself in the enviable position of still retaining his power and control. He never expected this, not with the creation of the potion nearly a year prior. But, oh, how he celebrated, albeit inwardly, as he watched from the dark...