I live on a farm ... — baby
Pumpkin seeds and tea cups
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When my children were babies my parents tried to tell me how very different it is to be grandparents as opposed to being parents. I did my best to understand what they meant, but I realize now that I needed to be a grandparent myself to actually get it. So, Dad and Mom ... I get it now. [FYI: New knitting content was posted at The Knitting Blog 20 May 09.] My daughter and I lived with my parents when she was born, and we lived with them for her first two years. Today my daughter and her daughter live...
Tiny hand, big dreams
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This Year
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It is cold out there, would you like to come inside for a cuppa Joe, tea, or cocoa? I'll put on a fire while you get your self settled into a nice comfortable chair. Together we'll look out the window toward the barn and the fields, with the woods off in the distance. From here I can see some of our trees, the old well pump out near the barn, and the large white expanse of snow covered lawn followed by some fifty acres of land planted this year with clover for hay. Do you see it all, out there...
A sense of wonder
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Where has the time gone; where have the leaves, the sky, the green grasses gone. It is nearly one full month to the day since I have posted. My intent is to post once per week, to treat this blog as a weekly feature and responsibility that my readers depend upon. Regardless of my best intentions, time has lapsed. Here I am, at last. We have enjoyed several snowfalls by now, a quiet and loving Thanksgiving has come and gone as winter reaches round our cheeks and necks, up our sleeves and down our collars. Cold, cold chill is in...
Wrapped in scrumptious
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The trees in Western New York continue to be wrapped in the scrumptious colors of fall. Although it is nearly the end of October some of the maples are still glowing with deep red leaves on the outside powered by golden leaves beneath, enriched by green leaves deeper in toward the trunk. The visual effect is stunning, and we are blessed to have one such tree just across the road north of our place on our neighbor's property. I see it each morning outside the living room window as I knit with my morning coffee and Blu in my lap....