Wicked Walk 8-September-17

Highly ambitious, I set out with a goal of walking 5 miles this bright, blue September morning.  A goal I reached in about an hours time.  I could go faster, but then I’d miss all the lovies along the way! Here is what I saw. I guess all my lamenting over lack of mushrooms a…

Boys vs Girls OR The Great Placemat Problem

There is a lot of hype about gender these days.  Boys, girls, men, women, other, used to be, identify with both, whatever.  I am a girl.  Or, at nearly 35 years old I guess I should call myself a woman.  But that just sounds funny to me.  I identify with ‘girl’.  So there!  Ha!  I…

Wicked Walk ~ Labor Day 2017

Good afternoon, dear reader!  I’ve been away for quite some time, trying to get back into the swing of things.  While I was gone, WordPress changed formats so I’m thoroughly confused.  Therefore, if this post looks bad, isn’t centered or whatever……I’m sorry.  I don’t do change well and I’ve had a lot of them thrown…

Wasp~A short and horrible ode

Once upon a time there was a girl.  She had a wooden bench on her porch and a dirty front door.  She decided to clean the front door.  The wasp housed under the wooden bench decided to attack.  The husband spat tobacco on the sting.  The friend drowned it in essential oils.  The piano teacher…

My Sofa and Sugar Cube

I am sitting on my new-to-me sofa.  It is in my new living room and I’m staring at a blank wall that will one day house a book shelf, television, various geodes, paintings and an elk shed or two.  Two only if I find another one, ha!  I have the internet.  It is amazing.  We aren’t…

Wicked Walk 18~March~2017

Hello everyone!  I can’t believe it’s been almost 2 months since I’ve been able to blog.  Lots has happened, including but not limited to the following. A) I painted my front door green. B)  It’s a bad, bright green therefore I am going to have to repaint it. C) The cows are settled in their new…

To Build a House

When my husband and I began this adventure called “Building a House”, everyone said it would be stressful, cost more and take much longer than we expected.  Boy, were they right!  In my springy, starry-eyed optimistic brain, I thought, “Pooh, we’ll be in by Christmas!” That didn’t happen. As I am staring down February in…