I love playing with my wild bread dough before I bake it. Anyone else doeth playeth with their dough?

We need to find meaning. We need to be useful. We need to know that who we are matters. I give, you give, we all give.
I love playing with my wild bread dough before I bake it. Anyone else doeth playeth with their dough?
Perfect old glazed window on an aged barn. I love old windows and real wood.
Winter is still very much in force out your way. This frost creates an etched glass effect which is beautiful.
How I do love old windows like this. Someone gave us some old windows from an old church built in the 1800’s and we put them in our cabin. I love to look out from them and imagine myself back in time in that old country church.
I deliver Meals on Wheels once a week on Friday but I visit these people during the week and do shopping for them make sure they have everything they need if there’s a storm coming up I bring my house rabbits to visit them every other week I bring flowers to them during the summer out of my Gardens in fresh vegetables I send them cards for the birthdays and just do simple things like giving them a call to make sure they’re okay you’d be surprised it’s the simple things in life to bring the biggest forms of happiness and the biggest gratitude into your own lives
Wow! That is so inspirational. Our Ladies Circle (at Shepherd of the Sea Lutheran in Atlantice Beach, NC) started meeting once a month to make homemade cards for our shut-ins. They love the cards. You’ve inspired me to do more! Thank you for your post.
A portal to amazing and fantastical worlds… Or… inspiration for the invention of the chamber pot. π
Wonder which came first–the outhouse or the chamber pot?
Hmmm, where is my snow shovel? How beautiful this little rest stop looks all quiet with a winter blanket.
We have an outhouse at our quaint little hillbilly cabin—built by hand out of an old torn down house. I Thought it strange to put a window in ours, but I guess other people do this too. The ones I have visited never had a window. I can say that I have never thought one looked beautiful as I trudged to it in snow and cold. A lot of us Appalachian children of the 60’s did grow up with outhouses. Two of my good friends did not have indoor bath rooms until we were seniors in high school. I don’t think any of us miss them. But I can see the rustic beauty of them—just don’t give me wallpaper,shower curtains,etc. with them on it. UGH!
Wow! That’s a way better story to tell your kids than how far we walked to school every day. π
Quaint shed or tiny outhouse? Hmmnn either one works fine π
Cute window!
Beautiful—but I am glad this is not what I’m seeing today. The warm weather here in the southeast feels so good. Spring is just around the corner and I can hardly wait to get my fingers in the dirt and start gardening.
Wow, we are 82 degrees here today and the bumblebees are buzzing all over my azalea bush outside my window! It is amazing what a 5 hour flight will change from my house to yours.
Love those old fashioned valentines. I have a sweet collection of them. Especially like the penny ones from my childhood that we exchanged in class. you know the ones with just awful puns? like” no KITTEN valentine, you’re PURRfect for me ” of the really silly veggie ones like: ” I CARROT for you, LETTUCE be valentines” or ” PEAS be my PODner”. They still just crack me up !
I also love these old valentines. I still have my grade school ones from the 1960’s. I treasure them and like to display them each year.
I also love these old valentines.I still have my grade school ones from the 1960’s. I treasure them and display them each year.
looking forward to spring and no more frozen fruit.
Really stands out against the white world! Reminds us that rebirth is just around the corner!
How did the birdies miss that yummy?
Lovely photo. The snow looks good to me as we just had a flash flood that ruined our mile long “driveway”.Snow would have worked better for me. ‘
Is this a rose hip? I am going crazy trying to figure out what this is!
Mother Nature is full of little delights!
Red and frosty in Idaho, and pink and warm in Florida today. It is sometimes hard to realize that there is such a huge difference in weather when it only takes about 5 hours to fly from here to there.
Even though I thoroughly hate the huge new F-350s—this picture of an old Ford truck that was actually used for working makes me smile.
A peice of the past…lovely patina on an age old farm/agricultural item…you dont find that lovely detail and solidness in today’s throw away society..great decorative advert for a country garden.
What is this mysterious thing? I can’t make out what is says on the front but I love that rusty patina!
Winnie, it looks as though it says, “grain drill”. I love old farm tools. New ones, too – just in from pruning apple trees with the nice pruning blade my husband bought me for my cordless saw.
Here at Dancing Donkey Farm, we have some of these little “barn dreamcatchers” gracing the nooks and crannies. There are times when it feels as though I will never get all the cobwebs – because I won’t! – but when Mother Winter delicately paints them with frost, I’m glad I missed them.
On a different note, but appropriate for “Giving Back” – have you checked out DoneGood.co? (No “m” on that last – just “co”). A website all about helping us shop and support those issues we believe in at the same time, (i.e. women/minority owned, eco-friendly, upcycled/recycled, etc.); giving back as we spend. Worth a peek. Thanks for inspiring us with lovely photos!
Ahhhh..one of the best, most precious things out there, the old red barn! Perfectly framed in this photo! β€
The old Red Barn. Once it’s walls were filled with cows diving into fresh rations of hay and a Farmer who made his lively hood producing milk. The Red Barn intimately knew the cycle of seasons, like when the windows were open and harvested hay was being hauled to the top level for these very cold months. Kitties hung around and kept the mice and rats at bay and were rewarded with plates of fresh milk twice a day after miking. What stories this place could tell of the generations who built it, reparied it, and treated it with kindness. A sturdy barn was key to keeping healthy livestock when the weather turned ugly in the deep of Winter. It was both a refuge and resource and most often the first building put up when settling into a new homestead. To own a nice barn represented a kind of wealth; almost like money in the bank.
What does this lovely American icon hold today?
Love the barn. When I saw it, I immediately thought,”I wonder what’s inside?”.
I remember riding behind my Grandpa on his tractor, calling old Bessie the milk cow in for milking. We’d get to the barn, and watch the proceedings with great interest (we were city kids). Grandpa always had a passel of kittens in the barn, which was warmer inside and smelled of sweet hay. My cousins and I would play in the loft, jumping into the bales of hay and ending up with it in our hair, and clothes. At the end of the day, tired and dirty children were called in for baths and supper. We knew we were loved.
That is a beautiful design! It looks like you are having fun. I bet it tasted just as good as it looks.
I never have but this design is quite impressive and it makes this bread look special and almost regal.