Your Pets Are Not Your Children, They Are Your Grandparents.

Your animals should not be like your children.  They should be your grandparents. I say this for one specific and important reason- it is unnatural to outlive your offspring. Barring some unforeseen tragic event, it will be your privilege to preside over the passing of your critters.  I say ‘preside over’ because in modern times- it is the human parents (under the…

Time May Heal All Wounds- But It Makes Homesickness Worse

My little town has always been the core of who I am. Even now as I sit thousands of miles away-it feels close enough for me to touch.  It still stings my heart that I am too far away to do so. Boulder Creek still looks the way that most towns in the West used…

Eastward Ho! PartII. Our little mine.

When we drove across the country four years ago- one of the only things we DID plan was to stop in Montana and mine for sapphires.  Both of us totally dig (no pun I swear!) rocks and minerals.   There are few better ways to spend a day than to go gold panning or mineral mining. While…

The closest I’ll ever get to writing a love poem

Originally posted on Wicked Rural Homestead:
To all those who have never fallen in love. Never tripped over your own soul to be swallowed by another’s. For all the people that have contrived meetings, set forth guidelines to follow safely into planned monogamy. For those who think they have fallen but never had to sacrifice for…

How Do You Tell If It’s The Calm Before OR After The Storm?

This time last year I was doubtful that this day would come.  All THREE dogs sitting quietly on the couch with the rest of the family. Our two oldest are old pros at the ‘relax and cuddle’ game but our newest edition has been a work in progress for what feels like forever, even though…

My hands…

Originally posted on Wicked Rural Homestead:
Have never known a manicure or file. And they are bitten rather than clipped. They have been painted less times than there are fingers to paint. In many places they are more scar than skin. The fingers on the right appear to have been badly broken long ago, though…

Koi Pillows and Emu Eggs

I started quilting last winter and while I only managed one full sized quilt this season I have done a bunch of other smaller sillier projects.   For instance-I was messing around with overlapping progressions of fabric and decided that they looked like fish scales, so I made a koi. The mouth is actually a…

My Little Indoor Hair Garden

The snow is still falling but I have decided to grow some flowers anyway.  Clay flowers that is, no danger of snow or frost impeding my progress. I started making roses out of clay when I was pretty young.  I have always given them aways as gifts and used them myself.  Other’s reaction to them…

Death and snowflakes

The snow falling lightly on my window reveled itself to me one day. All the little flakes waited patiently to melt. Momentarily displaying their breathtaking detail, individual beauty and uniqueness. I was there to see it. But had there been no audience-the show would have remained exactly the same. Little frozen moments.

Multitasking, laziness or genius? You decide.

The snow and the eggs  keep piling up! Looks like today will be another day of being homebound for me.  I’m not sure if it’s a good sign that I am totally OK with this.  I have only left the house once or twice a week for months now and I don’t think I have…

How to make a spaghetti squash bomb

It’s easy! 1. Turn oven to 400 degrees or so. 2. DON’T poke or cut the squash in any way. 3. Wait for the boom (about 40 min.) and enjoy… To make the same recipe WITHOUT the mess and noise do the opposite of step #2.