Where the Quaint Things Are. "Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." ~ John Lubbock Where the Quaint Things Are While I am on my week-long sabbatical I thought you might like to visit the blog my first born has created. It is entitled "Where The Quaint Things Are". Her blog is vastly different than mine. Yet, there exists a ... View the Post

My own father passed away before I was born. Growing up I was blessed as I child to have felt the love of a father through grandfathers, uncles and other kindhearted souls. A Father's Hands.  But I truly didn't understand the concept of fatherhood until Mr. Decor entered my life. I knew that it would take someone very special to not just capture my heart, but also heal the broken heart of one very sweet little girl. He not only rose to the challenge, he exceeded all expectations. A ... View the Post

School is out and it's peach pickin' season at Schnepf Farms. I took the Fashionista and Sweet Boy on a little field trip to pick Peaches.  Peaches The trees were laden with sweet, juicy peaches. It was gloriously hot day enjoyed by only the sunflowers. Gawk if you must at my huge hat and sunglasses. But the Arizona sun is brutal and I want to be melanoma free.  We picked several pounds of the glorious fruit. You know what that means... Schnepf Farms is also famous for their ... View the Post

Recently I went to Minnesota to help my sweet Grandma Ingalls downsize and move in with her nephew Bob and his wife Margaret. ( I am SO jealous, but she didn't think she could stand the Phoenix heat. I don't blame her.) To Grandmother's House I Go. To Grandmother's House I Go Bob and Margaret just moved into the home last month. The house had sat vacant for over a year. They have quite the green thumbs so in no time there will be a profusion of flowers.  It's a quiet area with nice ... View the Post

Yesterday morning my favorite cub scout and his fearless den leader awoke at 5:30 am. This is an important step in How To Raise A Patriot. How To Raise A Patriot Our truck was loaded up with flags and driven to a local cemetery. Each hero was given a flag and a few words of thanks. This is how to raise a patriot. Now pardon me while I go sew back on all of my buttons that have burst off. In memory of those who paid the ultimate price. Laura   We Will ... View the Post