More cabin photos, to incite nostalgia, or perhaps gratitude, or maybe even curiosity. (All remain anonymous, because we value privacy here on this little corner of the World Wide Web.)
I have a theory about summer’s heat: when a summer starts out gradually and kindly, it lasts forever. We are living out my prediction this “fall”. On our most recent
I forgot to warn Trail Guy that there was a bear in the workshop and thus, it startled him. The cats were fine with it. He had some spots—bird droppings?
Every so often I need to see what has sold, or I begin to drift into thinking that I am irrelevant, semi-retired, on the edge of obsolescence, and possibly about
I started this 8×8″ painting of a rooster from A Housewife Writes because I wanted to, not because I think it will have a large market among my tens of