Sunday, July 26, 2015

30 days

Today marks one month since we turned in our keys at the apartment. In the past thirty days we have peeled wallpaper, washed walls, pulled up carpeting, and thrown out 40 cubic yards of debris and the usual refuse that comes with restoring a 100+ year old house. 
We've cut down trees, mowed grass, washed windows, and scrubbed more than I can name. 
(Red cedar)

Yes, there is a lot still to do, but when I see how much we have accomplished I am amazed.  
It's easier to see the vision my hubby and I have for the house. 
We've made new friends and been adopted by the barn kittens.

  It's been hectic and crazy and fun all at the same time. 
(A recent sunrise)

Hope your summer is all you wished for and more. 
Sending love and kisses from the farm--

Tuesday, July 7, 2015


So many amazing things come into our lives, if only we would pay attention.  With our new home and adventures we have opened our eyes to new tastes, smells, and surprises.
We have fresh mulberries on the trees all around our property, juicy, full of flavor, and the perfect treat during busy days.
My oldest has found old (100-year-old) bottles, jars, and even a thermos as we have cleaned our new home.
My youngest has found all many of animals and reptiles, which are his favorite things.
Yesterday, I learned that they-and we, have been fully blessed by our new neighbor, Hank.  Hank is older, like a grandparent, and full of wisdom, laughter, and stories.  Much like my treasured grandfathers. He has taken us under his wing, sharing his tools, stories, and insight with my family.  And especially my boys.
We had a powerful rainstorm and the wind blew down the corn stalks in Hank's garden.  So Hank and the boys worked together and stood each corn plant up and packed down the dirt around the stalk.  After hours of work, he treated them to ice cream in our nearby town.
I love it.  I love how we have met blessing after blessing on this adventure. I hope you are able to see and appreciate the blessings around you today.
Sending love and mulberry kisses from the farm,

Thursday, July 2, 2015

new house adventures

We moved into our new house last week.  It is full of boxes and projects and potential.  Travis has already set up his workshop and Arliss has already found his first garter snake.
It feels like home.

I love waking up and seeing the barn out of my window- a symbol of our heritage.
 I have grown accustomed to the birds who begin the alarm at 4 a.m. to say, "The sun will be dawning in one-to-two hours!! Be prepared! Be prepared!" I forgot how loud they can be after a year of apartment living.

 I have many different kinds of birds flying through my yard, singing from my trees and reminding me that every day is a day worth singing about.

One of my favorite parts of this new home is the discovery of treasures. The previous owner left behind a set of silver-plated silverware, the Queen Bess pattern (c) 1946. 

Now my set isn't as shiny as the picture above, the previous owner of the house didn't spend his time keeping things in the best condition.  But I love the history in the box I found.

Each day is a new discovery, I can't wait to share more with you...

sending love and kisses,
from the new-old homestead.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Home Sweet Home

Here is the house. Built in 1910- and as of today-- it's ours. I will post pictures and stories as we clean and restore it.  So excited and so amazed by all that God has done. 

Sending love and joy from the farm...

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Being still

As time goes by, I have had little to do unless it's a small enough task that I can do it in the apartment. My favorite task has been hand quilting. 
 What started out as a simple time filler has become a task and a treat to me.  My English paper-piecing quilt is nearly as big as my bed. I am so excited to see it completed. 
I have been thinking that a homemade quilt on all of the beds would be a cool addition to our 1910 farmhouse. 
Pictures to come as we work on the house and create our "forever farm." 

Sending hugs and love from Nebraska,

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

New beginnings

After nearly a year of living in an apartment, longing for open spaces, gardens, and critters all around we are one step closer to our dream.  

About four months ago, my husband and I found a rambling farmhouse on two acres outside Lincoln. The house was built in 1910, six bedrooms, ten-foot high ceilings, a large kitchen, an amazing brick root cellar, space for goats, ducks, geese, and dogs, a huge garden, all backing up to a huge cornfield with a windmill. And for a touch of whimsy-- a three-seater outhouse from before indoor plumbing! 

The reality is the house will need work-- lots of elbow grease, washing, repairs and the like, typical for a  home that has been inhabited, but not truly loved for many years. We take possession at the end of next month and then the grunt work begins.  

In the end, I am excited to see the house restored, loved, and treasured by our family.

Sending love and lots of excitement from future farm-ette owners...

Friday, January 9, 2015

The Little things

As each year passes and a new one begins, I often wonder what my grandparents would think about our world.  It's been over fifteen years since my dad's dad passed away.  He was cut from the same pioneer cloth of his ancestors: strong, determined, defined in character, and always quick with a story. I loved seeing his face light up when we came to visit, with a twinkle in his eye he'd say something like,  "Toots (Gram's nickname) I told you to lock the door." and then he'd give you a big hug to welcome you.  

I came across a bottle of the same lotion he used when he worked on the farm.  I find the name only a bit ironic now that I live in Nebraska.  It was his own kind of cologne: simple, purposeful, and not overpowering.  

I would expect my paternal grandma, his wife, to think the world was passing to quickly.  She was a gentle, hardworking, optimistic person, who cared for her son's and grandchildren deeply, praying over them daily.  I loved her gentleness, although I didn't understand its strength until she was gone.  She was so in love with my grandpa.  You never heard them say the words, but you knew by watching them that their love was as deep as the ancient secrets of the world.  

My mom's dad passed away almost eight years ago.  He was a dreamer, a tinkering sort of man with a gentle spirit hidden in a giant physique.  His brown eyes would soften when he looked at my grandma on the sly. He had a booming voice and a granite-like view of right and wrong, but would give grace when you least expected it.  I miss the scruffiness of his whiskers when he'd give me a squeeze.  

As I prepared to move to Nebraska I found a picture of my grandparents at my parents' dining room table.  I love it because I can almost hear their laughter.  

My life is richer for their wisdom and stories.  I loved them then and I love them even more now...

Sending love and memories,