Lazy Sunday

 

Its a lazy Sunday here. We don't have many of those. Yesterday Ron worked out back getting things cleaned up. Then we went to the going away party for Ben and Megan. The big adventure starts next week.
The Hollar Homestead is here. They will be vlogging about it as they go across this great land of ours. They have quite a few vlogs about getting ready to go and selling and upgrading their house. I don't know why this always makes me think of that book A Lantern in Her Hand, by Bess Streeter Aldrich. There is a poem in the book that goes like this.

Because the road was steep and long.
and through a dark and lonely land.
God set upon my lips a song,
and put a lantern in my hand.
---Joyce Kilmer.

 

Here is my road and I love how it looks when its all clean. I have to change the subject before I am weeping on my keyboard. I am thankful I live here and now, and not in Abbie Deal's time. I have so many more ways to stay in touch than in the olden times when you might never see the family back home again.

 

March will be here next week. I had these lovely flowers growing in my flowerbed. We had wind and I  didn't want them to be beat to death so I cut them and brought them in the house. The whole house has had that sweet fragrance. I don't wear perfume, but I wish I could find something that smells this pretty in a perfume.
I thought you might like to see a bit of my hooked rabbit. I am thrilled with it. That wool I dyed last week, is just perfect and my heart sings as I work.

 

Isn't she wonderful? I am having so much more fun with this pattern this time. Not to mention, I can see this time around. I am so thankful to be here and not where I was three years ago.

 

Here are our two mulch piles that will be used for the garden. It makes me so happy to see them out here because I know how happy my garden will be with this lovely stuff.

Here is my sleeping garden.

 

I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It makes me so happy to see all of this clean slate sitting out
here waiting for dreams to take hold.

I found this today. Not much else is awake. We have had freezing weather now for a week, so everything has been slower about waking up. Which I am glad, with March coming in next week.

I hope your Sunday is perfect filled with all kinds of lovely things. Thank you so much for stopping by,

~Kim~

“All my girlhood I always planned to do something big…something constructive. It’s queer what ambitious dreams a girl has when she is young. I thought I would sing before big audiences or paint lovely pictures or write a splendid book. I always had that feeling in me of wanting to do something worth while. And just think, Laura…now I am eighty and I have not painted nor written nor sung.”

“But you’ve done lots of things, Grandma. You’ve baked bread…and pieced quilts…and taken care of your children.”

Old Abbie Deal patted the young girl’s hand. “Well…well…out of the mouths of babes. That’s just it, Laura, I’ve only baked bread and pieced quilts and taken care of children. But some women have to, don’t they?...But I’ve dreamed dreams, Laura. All the time I was cooking and patching and washing, I dreamed dreams. And I think I dreamed them into the children…and the children are carrying them out...doing all the things I wanted to and couldn’t.”
― Bess Streeter Aldrich, A Lantern in Her Hand