Life.. in snapshots

Everything has a story

When I got divorced and subsequently moved 4 times in the past 6 years.. space became precious.. things became superfluous.. with a few exceptions..

The Bourbon Decanter on the right was my grandmothers.. I wish I had spent more time with her.. It has been preciously packed and moved and resides in my kitchen window for now.. It has been with me for 28 years and I hope one of my children will treasure it when I am gone..

The Bowl in the center was my mothers.. an unimportant forgotten “thing” left behind after her estate sale.. It is Porcelain and Lead.. an Oriental design and holds a beautiful Green Glass bottle stopper for a bottle I have never seen..

The Wire Chicken basket on the left was a gift from my youngest daughter .. she found it at an Antique shop and we plan to start using it to collect our eggs this spring..  filling it with memories that only a Wire Chicken Basket can hold..

The red and white Crochet item in the Chicken Basket was my mothers.. it moves from place to place in my life and home… and will likely return to residing on a shelf under a glass bowl of sort sort soon.. I don’t want it to get too sun faded..

The gray building out my window is a Sauna we are going to do some minor fixing to this spring and it will become the focal point of my back yard.. surrounded by a simple patio and flower and vegetable planters.. Tiki torches and Adirondack chairs on the left and in front and horse pasture to the right.. and adorned with simple paintings my younger daughter and I did last fall.. and become an interesting View even in the winter..

Life in snapshots..



Sunday Morning Cow Church

So clean… and quiet until 190 various personalities come in and mess up the joint. .

One of my favorite cows is Emma…

Emma is a total ham for the camera..

Well hello…

I’m SO pretty!

Are cameras yummy? Let me lick it!

Fay is photogenic .. and rather unimpressed. .

The past 18 months have been… well.. a struggle and I am still grieving the losses I’ve suffered. . Someone once told me grieving is sometimes done in bits and parts and pieces. .. and that is what I am doing..

Learning to Loving these cows… like I loved Vi’s cows is taking some time..



This here is my ornamental cat..

She catches no mice, never goes outside, MUST be throughly combed and brushed 2x a day and eats like a spoiled princess… and loves Drinking water from the fish tank..

But… she is pretty and so soft you could lose your mind petting her.. probably. .


*ornamental cat

*gives less fucks than the average cat


Sunday Morning Cow Church

A very merry cow church
A heifer Christmas song.
Sung to the tune of jingle bells

Oh the weather outside is frightful
And the cows in here are spiteful
Since we’ve no milk for you
What are those
Watch your toes
Kiss my nose


Merry Christmas