Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Let's Talk Strawberries

I bought this decal in a package as well as a red geranium, originally 10 cents, now $2.50, adding a little color to a lingering-a-little-too-long winter.  I love how it looks on my depression glass.  It sits on a little clock shelf in my kitchen.   ;)


Can we talk strawberries?  We have to plant a new patch and I would love to hear your tips, tricks and the type or variety you like.  Although we didn't have any last year, there's still plenty in the freezer!  Yum!

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Back Road Beauty: I Shoot through the Windshield!

This is what you get when you go out on a cold, frosty, foggy morning and you shoot through the windshield on your truck.

The lesson is brought to you free, by the girl who refuses to read her instruction manual that came with her digital DSLR because I am sure they would say this is a no-no.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Restless Patriot & Modern Committees of Correspondence

There's a farm near where I live with sheep...and I love going by to look and snap a picture.  It's beautiful almost any season, spring is the best.  But winter with snow and fog isn't bad either.

I have been kind of a lost soul in 2013, so far on blogging.  I've taken a full-time (unpaid) job as a Patriot writing every single day for an audience of over 56 thousand people on a Facebook page...

Although I am happy to do my duty, and I do think of it as a patriotic one, it wears me out.  I am part of an anonymous staff, and do my best to pull my weight over there as best I can, pumping out news that the mainstream, lame stream, antique alphabet media won't tell.  They are purposeful in their propaganda, so we must then be purposeful in exposing them.

Our country is at a crossroads, I believe, with action needed soon to save her from certain and intentional destruction.  If anyone can't see what is ahead, I do hope they will pry their eyes open and see the truth of where we are being intentionally so many sheep.

I am doing my best to see things for what they truly are, and because of that, I feel I've neglected my own cozy little blog somewhat.  (My spammers still show up  I wish they'd find someone else to go annoy!)

Spring is coming soon and I hope my post-election and winter doldrums will lift and I will be much more inspired to do what I love to do over here.  

The election knocked my head sideways, and slapped the slobber right out of my mouth, and it took me a few months to regroup and now I am taking more, bigger action.  I prayed for something to do.  When this opportunity came, I believed it was the answer.

I hope that can you understand that the country needs us, this band of patriotic writers with fire in our bellies and defiance in our "pens" that take the words of truth to the people... with "pen being the internet every day.  

I look at what we do as similar to the work of the Committees of Correspondence that were instrumental in the first American Revolution.  If we are to regain our republic, we must fight for it, freedom isn't something that is passive, it must chased after and must be fought for.

But can I tell you something?  It wears a person out to be immersed in what is mostly bad news all day long. Reading it, posting it, commenting on it.  

The best way I can describe being immersed in this bad news market that we've got going is this:  Stand against a brick wall while a cannon is being aimed straight at you and full force you're hit over and over with the vilest stinky sludge...literally every day.

So this is all to say, that although I am writing less here, I am not writing less.  Just writing for a different purpose.  I hope you understand and stick with me, for I am not going away, just taking more time out than I usually do in service of our country.  I post an average of only three times a week here.  :)

Along the way, I am trying to read as much and learn as much about Dr. Ben Carson as I can.  I think he is a modern-day "Common Sense" patriot in the tradition of Thomas Paine.  He is something else; just the sort of boost we needed to give hope when all seems hopeless.

I'd been watching/hearing and learning of him before his National Prayer Breakfast declarations, and now I am fully immersed in learning all I can about him.  He speaks, with learned wisdom, courageously, for US--that is, WE THE PEOPLE.

And no matter what happens, I will always be thankful for his boldness in doing that for WE THE PEOPLE in the honor and tradition of our Founders.  

His story is so inspiring:  buy GIFTED HANDS for the life story or watch the movie made based on his book by the same name, or read America the Beautiful for his ideas on common sense in government.  

Thanks for being here, readers, and for being you, and for standing by me.  And join me as I ask...."God please bless America again!".  

Find something that you can DO to help save our country ... our fighting men are not here to do it for us, we can only rely on ourselves.

A Restless Patriot...

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

I am Nostalgic for ... Sam's Country

I just thought I'd share one of my vintage school books with you today.  I get lost in the pictures in this one. Totally lost.

I collect these sort of books, and I can tell you why I love them so much.  It's because they take me back to the way things used to be in this country.  

Sometimes I get unspeakably sad when I think about where Sam's Country is being taken, and how so much of what she is made out of is being snatched away.

Do you ever feel that way, too?

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Back Roads Beauty: An Ethereal Morning

I looked out the window Saturday morning to find this:
a hoarfrost and a fog, the sun was rising quickly so I brushed my hair, got my boots and grabbed a coat and my camera pack and left the house in the sweats I slept in!

And it was magic, ethereal, and quiet except for the sound of the snow squeaking under the tires on a morning that registered exactly ZERO on the truck's digital thermometer.

The heater on high, a window open and oldies on the radio, and the magic lasted for nearly two hours.

On one road, the fog was so thick, the road so remote, I got out of the truck and I stood in the road and just listened to it.  It was just me and the birds, and I thought I heard the sound of spring in their song.  I enjoyed every second of it.  

I have so much thankfulness for these little treasures handed to me, and if I look and I act, I can preserve just SOME of the magic for us to share.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Back Roads Beauty: Hello....!

See my new friend?

I went wandering the other day after a good snow that stuck to everything, 
whipped up by a good stiff wind.  

Took the back roads and had a grand time with a friend.  Two barn-shooters!

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

All Things Bright & Beautiful: Vintage Quilt

I have happy place in my house I like to go to sometimes when I need a nap, or when I'm feeling down.

There are happy faces everywhere...

There's a friendly little gal that sits on the bed.
It's our vintage toy guest room.

In that room are little reminders from childhood, 
when peanut butter came in tin buckets with handles.

There are little creatures with winsome eyes...

And now...

I finally have found the vintage quilt I've been watching for ... 
for quite a few years.  AMAZING, because it's just what 
I've wanted, in the right colors and at a decent price.

And I found this one with all the right colors... 
in the double wedding ring pattern.

It matches all the toys...and it matches the bed, too.

There's enough of the apple green in it that matches the bed...

And all those lovely intersections that make me woozy...
and if I was a little kid, 
my Matchbox cars would be going in circles all over the place.

Isn't it perfect?!  

All hand pieced and hand-quilted, in perfect condition, 
just a bit of yellowing on the muslin from age.

I love the border pieces with the tiny squares.

There are so many different quilting patterns 
that you can see on the back.

Making this red-gingham room an even sunnier place...

And we have had such a run of cloudy days, 
and I found a puddle of sunshine, 
so I laid on the floor in it curled up like a kitty cat, 
but I was snuggled under a quilt as the sun shined on my face.  And as the sun moved, I moved with it..

And as Uncle Si on Duck Dynasty says...
 I was ... "Happy, happy, happy!"