Wishful thinking is like black coffee it gets me up in the morning.
As I scrolled through the registry of tartans, I glanced across mine a simple green and red, my family tartan, which I’m so proud to hold. My hot cup of coffee in one hand and hours of bedrest ahead of me I had taken on the task of learning the language Scottish-Gaelic and literally engrossingContinue reading “Lace, Coffee and Hope for a Bright Future”
“It’s a good day to stay inside and leave the buffalo alone.”
Splitch. splotch. the milk dropped in my coffee like a cannon exploding into a waterfall. The morning was grey and held silent promises of household chores. This farm seems stuck very much in the pioneer days. The wind whistles across the thresh as I gingerly step in the kitchen grasping the day late newspaper. Yes,Continue reading “Time Slipping through Milk”
The cold winds shuddered against the solid brick of the house as the grasses quiver. It’s cold and I’m having the biggest impulse to just cuddle down with a book or finish my Prime series. But, that’s not very productive. So, I’m making homemade mint tea and trying to resize a pair of jeans. ResizingContinue reading “Broken Dishes and Scattered Thoughts”