Do you know when it happens? It happens when you discover you've become an artist. Or a photographer. Or a creative person. Or all of the above. It happens to you like a solved mystery. A discovery in your mysterious way of life, solved by knowing you are exactly where you want to be, right… Continue reading A mysterious look at creativity
Month: July 2018
Don’t bug me, please…you nasty bugs
Bugs of all shapes and sizes are simply part of life for a gardener. This year, being a newly revived gardener, I've seen my share of bugs that I had no idea existed. There are that many bugs around, I even saw a new one I still don't know what it is. Despite all the… Continue reading Don’t bug me, please…you nasty bugs
Chalkfest 2018 – Dementia Friendly Eau Claire County
Children of all ages love to draw with chalk. Do we ever outgrow that love? We end up growing up and leave the chalk drawing days behind us, that is until we're given the opportunity to play again and draw again. Chalkfest 2018 in Eau Claire was a first time experience for me, as well… Continue reading Chalkfest 2018 – Dementia Friendly Eau Claire County
Cheers to the patio bench, my dear!
Ta-da, it is done! Our gliding bench is complete and ready for us to sit on and enjoy our newly remodeled area. Me: "Let's go outside and catch up." Sarah Mae: "Sure, let's sit on the bench! So what are you calling the area nowadays?" Me: "The patio, dear, the front patio." Sarah Mae: "Love… Continue reading Cheers to the patio bench, my dear!
How I became a water whisperer
It has been dry here in Wisconsin. The grass has gone dormant and the cornfield is curling up into itself. Everything seems to be craving water. With the drought, it is a possibility that I have become a water whisperer. Okay, maybe just a self-proclaimed one, but I'm thinking it is so. Thankfully, my flowers… Continue reading How I became a water whisperer
Every girl wears saddle shoes and drives a Gremlin
When the empty nest has emptied, places, where the dust has settled, become more apparent and desirable for one (aka, Mr.) to shake the dust and move some shit around. Our Shed is one of the high-on-the-list-to-hit places this summer. Me: "How's it going out there?" Mr: "I found a box of yours, I think. … Continue reading Every girl wears saddle shoes and drives a Gremlin