Aloe Vera Kleenex, Halls Honey Lemon cough drops, and tons of water have been my closet friends for the past couple of weeks as my sinuses went wacko.  The doctor said it was allergies. Allergies?  In the winter?  She said they act up when there is a big weather change.

But relief is close at hand, since I got a steroid shot today and an allergy prescription.  In fact, I bet that steroid shot is going to energize me for the next couple of days like they always do.  Hmmm, perhaps this is the best time to tackle all of those holiday chores that sometimes get stressful.  🙂


We live on a gravel road out in the country and collect a lot of dust on our vehicles.  It almost seems futile to wash the vehicles, but on occasion we do.  Well, actually we wash the cars more frequently than the farm truck, so it is always dusty.  And because it is so dusty, I frequently draw pictures or smiley faces and write catchy phrases in the dust and dirt.  It’s fun.

But the real fun is when my grand kids visit.  They now use the truck as their own personal easel.  Most of the time they will write their name in the dust, but occasionally one of them will draw a picture.  The biggest surprise is when I unexpectedly find their art a day or more after they leave.   When it starts to get covered over with dust, I just retrace their art work to keep it ever present.

My mom and sister came to visit for a couple of days and noticed a few drawings when they walked past the truck.  I told them how I love finding surprises from the grand kids after they leave.  We had a delightful visit and as I was hugging my sister goodbye she said, “I left you a surprise.”  🙂  After they left I looked at the truck and on the side of the door she had drawn a beach scene with a palm tree, full moon, curling waves and ‘Aloha’ written under her picture.  I love it and think of her daily-thankful she moved back home from Hawaii-a paradise but so far away.

While I can’t stand the gravel roads when I’m walking and people speed by leaving me in a cloud of dust, I love that dirt when it collects on my truck and beckons creative expressions.

Rise Up


From a beautiful moon rise last night to a colorful sunrise this morning, life is good.  Hey, anytime I get a good night’s sleep and wake up the next morning life is good, right?

And that is as far as I got with my writing this morning before I was called out to help my husband with a small pile of wooded debris that needed to be burned.  Little did I know that my title would foreshadow my day.  Living in the country without trash service, we recycle every single thing we can.  That leaves a minimum amount of trash which we burn whenever we have some dead branches that have fallen from trees or were pruned.


The small pile had almost burned down when an uninvited swirling, gusty guest blew in and laid the flames over in all directions which ignited the grass around the fire area (we burn in an open field area).  Just as one section was tamped down, another flared up.  The fire spread quickly with the wind, blowing it directly into a huge brush pile we had not intended to burn until conditions were prime (like after a good rain).  The brush pile went up in a flash and burned fast and furious and was just about burned down, when a gusty wind came along again pushing the flames into a small section of fox tail grass under some cedar trees.  Cedar trees ignite like gasoline, exploding into flames.  There is only a half an acre between the cedars and my house, so imagine my fear…and worry that the fire department would not arrive in time.  (I’m getting too old for this kind of stress!)

But they did.  They arrived just as the flames were ready to engulf the cedars and got the fire put out.  As we watched for hot spots, we were able to talk with the firemen…volunteers.  As they were packing up to leave, another field fire call came across the radio and they were off.  That evening, they posted a ‘burn ban’ on our local Facebook page.

I stand humbly before every volunteer willing to serve their community with dedication and enthusiasm.   Thank you! 🙂

One Fine Pie


A slice of
rich and thick homemade chocolate pie,
a slice of
3 enjoyable days subbing in kindergarten,
a slice of
feasting my eyes on Autumn’s splendiferous colors,
a slice of
porch sitting with my favorite (and only) 🙂  husband,
a slice of
walking in the woods with my grandkids and seeing a bald eagle up close,
a slice of
adventurous challenges in art class,
a slice of
March winds blowing in November,
and a slice of
enjoying the small moments life gifts me
adds up to
one fantastic pie!