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  • Is it December Yet?

    We are back home in Indiana after a wonderful week with family and friends in North Carolina. Did everyone have a wonderful Thanksgiving? It seems that Christmas decorating has already taken blogland by storm and I am tad bit behind, given the pumpkins and gourds still decorating my foyer. I am a bit of a…

    November 30, 2009
  • Thanksgiving.

    Give thanks to the Lord your God in all things, for His love endures forever. Is your spirit broken? Give thanks, for yours is the kingdom of heaven! Do you mourn? Give thanks, for you will be comforted! Is your heart meek? Give thanks, for you will inherit the earth! Do you hunger and thirst?…

    November 25, 2009
  • Beach Boys

    I am getting ready to visit my two favorite beach boys. It has been far too long. A love like ours should not be separated by seven hundred miles. It should be right next door where it belongs, with bed time snuggles and bunny kisses and belly laughs. Alas, the miles cannot separate us-as I…

    November 23, 2009
  • High Water.

    I can only give you my word that every bit of this story is true. I woke up early on Saturday morning. I was planning to make the two hour drive north to my family’s farm to spend time with my parents, grandparents, and observe part of the harvest. I had a telephone call from…

    November 16, 2009
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    November 12, 2009
  • Today.

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    November 12, 2009
  • Baby of Mine

    Rest your head close to my heart never to part Baby of mine.

    November 11, 2009
  • Mantels: Preparing for Santa

    When we built the house, a year and a half ago, we couldn’t decide how we wanted to do our fireplace wall. We ended up having the builder put in the fireplace box and the drywall around it. We thought that within a few months of moving in we would decide what we wanted for…

    November 10, 2009
  • Beautiful Baths

    Bubble Bath for one? Right this way . . . Don’t forget the luxury bath oil. And these, my favorite softest towels (in fluffy white) and of course a classic novel . . . I know that very soon, my concept of bathtime will be more in line with this: . . . and this…

    November 9, 2009
  • The Dance.

    When I was younger, I was a ballet dancer. Not a six year old in a tutu, but an eighteen year old with a passion and a drive (and shin splints and blisters like the devil and a diet that consisted largely of Rice Krispies and Diet Coke.) Come close and I will tell you…

    November 6, 2009
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