 "Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby." I'm not quite ready to move from the colors of fall and the harvest.
And it's raining. So for today, I'm putting off the Christmas decorations and taking the time to enjoy the quiet rain. ~Nancy ~ 11.28.2016
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 "The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.” I love digging around in our old barn.
"Our Barn". Now that the temperature is dropping, it's more still and the wind blows through the rafters without the sounds of the songbirds. It contains so many lost and forgotten treasures, and I love to imagine who used this old hay rake. I promise to keep sharing... ~Nancy ~ 11.22.2016  "Food, in the end, in our own tradition, is something holy. Only a few more days before Thanksgiving.
This one is easy. Food, family, and traditions. This is one of the meals that we break out the silver and linen. Shannon used to have the job polishing the silver before our dinner. It was something she could do to help me, and I always looked forward to her company. Today I unpacked the silver and polished it taking the time to remember past family meals. My parents gave me sets of this silverware each year at Christmas. Those were the days when girls received gifts that would be part of their new homes when they married. This is German silver, very much like the mid-century set that my mother owned. Today I appreciated its simplicity as polishing and cleaning it was much easier with its clean lines. It takes me back to dozens and dozens of Thanksgivings shared with family and friends. I hope your Thanksgiving is one that will join the memories of the very best things in your lives... ~Nancy ~ 11-21-2016  "Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it." I am finally hanging a few pictures on the wall, but only those that give me joy. These were given to me by my mother and are watercolored etchings of the town in Germany where I was born. With that, I'm working hard to achieve a balance between simplicity and surrounding myself with things that I love and those belongings that make it our home...
~~Nancy ~ 11.14.2016  “Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.” This was a preview of the full moon. It's still one day away, but this moon, as it waxed brightly, still lit up the countryside. My heart is filled with joy...
~Nancy ~ 11.13.2016  "A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless." The old barn holds lots of memories.
This property was once owned by a teacher, and we've found several of these little chairs. We think they may have, at one time, been in a country school. They're small made for very young children. It's makes me wonder who sat in this little chair and what lessons they learned... ~Nancy ~ 11.11.2016  "I see the turning of a leaf dancing in an autumn sun, It's been awhile since I've posted on this little space.
The year has been filled with so much goodness. And so much sadness. But the goodness has prevailed. Which brings me to this place. This place in the country. Our place. On the first of January I promised that I would "Let go and let God..." And this is our reward. I'm ready to share as I continue to be thankful and to rejoice in the goodness in our lives. ~Nancy 11.10.2016 |
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