Even after all these years his face was filled with love songs that lead you to her.
He had eyes dark and drawing, skin that caused you to think of the English country side.
She was a beauty the kind that grew softer and better with age.
They were a perfect match in looks and life, anyone would tell you that, anyone but her.  She loved him now, coming into that love like the summer evening slowly moving into the night.

  Poets tell of love in many forms and shapes, hers had been like the hummingbird fast and surprising in it strength. She filled her days with work at the factory. Her evenings spent helping mother with children, cooking and chores, then came the moments of solitude with his letters.
  Marriage was coming with his return, each letter held the newest plan for their life ahead. Payday would add something to her hope chest newly embroidered pillow cases, blankets, table clothes, silverware,  things mothers need not see and dreams.

  The whistle blew, a break called, Sister knew she would find her outside, they always met for those few minutes, a letter may have come and they could share the joys of each other's love's.
 Dappling shade covered the lawn but Sister found it hard see her there by the edge, something was wrong terrible wrong each step proved that, She was like a porcelain figurine yet like a rag doll thrown in a corner.
  In trembling voice "He has come home. He was just here. He doesn't love me there is no wedding, he doesn't love me anymore, he doesn't love me".

  The chest was empty She had given her things to others, she didn't want the reminders, she didn't want this life. Her heart had began to encase itself trying to stop the pain. Pain can lead you to strange places, hers said the CITY, a new life, a free life what ever she wanted, whom ever she wanted, She packed.

    His easy ways drew them together, freedom was all they wanted  the city gave and they took. Evenings spent on the stoop watching, evening spent exploring the city, evening with friends talking, playing cards, being free.

  His love sprouted somewhere along those evenings, slowly it climbed reaching into his heart loosening freedoms grip replacing it with a longing for marriage,family and home.

 She too let go of freedoms grip, Just which day love came only she knows.
  We are left to wonder.

Need a map

 Getting around the in this computer world is getting harder and harder. I have spent hours trying to get on this page, maybe I shouldn't count the time I spent on Pintrest  because I had to get an e-mail telling me about my blog account and got side tracked. OH yeah then there was the whole spider poster that I never did find but I did find some funny signs that went on FB.
 Well, I'm here now.
I forgot what I wanted to say

  I just want to say something.
 I hate Valentine's day!  I have thought of it, as the day you get to find out just how unacceptable you really are, for most of my life.
  I know this thought process comes from grade school days and that over the years I enjoyed parts of the day.
I enjoyed it when the children were little. I still have my treasures of those days. But those were the sweet moments.  As the years have gone by I have returned to hatred of those bygone days. Hallmark, TV, jewelry and candy are all to blame. 
 You must get things today or that "someone" doesn't really love you and wait you can't get just a thing it must be thingS or they might not love you enough. 
 You don't have "someone" pity on you better luck next year or here you can have this.
Back in grade school we got our bags or boxes covered and decorated and ready for all the love coming our way. The big day, valentines passed out, cookies and milk passed out, time to open your cards. This is were the hurt starts, 17 kids in your class and only 12, 11, 10, 8 cards in your box. "How many cards did you get?" "I don't know I'm waiting until I get home." "Why" "I just want to."
 It happened to me and I watched it happen to lots of other kids, it hurt.
  My mom was a wise woman and made sure that we had a card for every kid in our class and yes I remember not wanting to give a certain boy a card, he picked his nose all the time.(still can't handle that) Today things seem different in the schools a gentler kinder party. Today, adults are being put back into classrooms, back to the "How many" only it's "What all did  you get?"  
And as much as I loved the flowers I got I still hate Valentine's day.

Get It done already

We had a garage with a extra room, built just 2 long years ago. It wasn't suppose to take this much time to get it done. Mind you the thing is nicer then our house at this point. I have a wonderful sewing room with a full bath, that has a large shower, tall toilet and space for 2 people to easily move about it. It was built with our parents in mind, now they aren't able to come down and won't be using it and that makes me sad each time I walk into it.

We were ask if we wanted stairs to the attic and like idiots said no, after a couple of trips up the pull down ladder, the stairs were built. The end of summer 1.
The attic was divided and dry walled. I have a large closet over the sewing room with cedar on the walls at both ends to keep bugs out of my yards and yards of fabric and winter coats. A beautiful old wood door to keeps people out if I need to hide gifts.

Summer came and we found out that it was to hot and humid in the closet. We ran free a standing air conditioner and fans in the garage to try and keep it cool in the attic. Then Pa put vents in the ceiling of the sewing room and 2 through the wall fans in the attic closet to circulate air. My mom gave us a dehumidifier to use along with the air conditioner that is in the sewing room, to keep things from mildewing or rotting. That all helped but a large Attic fan is going to have to be put in to help with the circulation and that should take care of that problem and finish the garage but NO.

Problem number 2 is spiders. Last summer HT and I spent the first half hour in the garage killing spiders. They have to have a homing device that lets every spider in the surrounding 5 miles know when one has found a good home so the rest can move to the new subdivision.
Because of wasp in the old shed and work needing to be done in the sewing room we couldn't play out side. It is also the south and the cool of the morning is at 5 AM. So HT learned to kill spiders and ride his 3 wheeler in " Grammy's Darage House".
That the fall Princess moved back home and the garage was filled with her stuff. We were out there one evening cleaning, repacking and killing spiders when Princess came across a Black Widow. The Widow was put in a jar for Babygirls science teacher much to Princess dismay but she was the biggest one I have ever seen, so why waste her?
Now spring has come again and so have new settlers, making me crazy. Princess has moved out and last night I was cleaning, rearranging and killing spiders when Pa came around to the back. Letting him know that something has to be done, we can't go through this again Pa said the only thing to be done is to close in the garage doors and so because our garage is not used for cars Pa will be building walls were the doors go and the spiders will just have to find yet another new subdivision.
PLEASE Dear Lord can this be the finish with no problems PLEASE? FarmGirl and Hands are coming for a visit and we need all that room

I'm as sick today as I was 8 years ago. I hate snakes, my fear has a physical effect on my body and every time I think about my daughter I get that same feeling. 

  After I have seen a snake and know I'm safe I shiver and giggle a little in relief. Oh how I wish I could experience that feeling.

It has been a cold and rainy day here in the realm, one of those days that might just send you back to bed for a nap or at least a blankie and a book or movie. Not me I have been busy harvesting crops.
I forgot I did go back to bed this morning, Pa went to Lowe's (his home away from home) and I piddled around the inter-net instead of sleeping. Then I got to work, no then I called Pa, who was about to have lunch with TD, and said I wanted to go to the Loveless Cafe. It was after our drive and lunch that I worked hard, no then I was cold so I wrapped up and watched a movie in between my zombie farming. Was it then that I worked? Well, yes I guess I did, I looked up something for Pa, planted some more crops and started to check out FarmWife's blog but ended up here. That's hard work isn't it? After all it is a cold and rainy night. I'm putting in my last crop of the day, heading over to FW's blog and calling it a night. I'm exhausted..............

Christmas has gone, not one of my best. There has been little music, very little cooking, no baking and no sewing, what have I done with all my free time? I wish I could tell you but I don't even remember and maybe I really don't want to. Christmas has not been bad for the most part it is just that it has not been like the past ones. We didn't make the trip home this year, that brought moments of sadness during the events of the day but we enjoyed the day just the same.
Bubba and Beck have been over more this week them in a long time because of their vacation time.
Today we cleaned out the old shed and if all goes well that ugly thing will soon be gone. Thank you Pa, Bubba and Beck and thank the Lord no one has been hurt in the cleaning out and hauling off of all the junk.
Princess left Christmas night and has not been home since then. She is back and forth on were she stands on staying married, it hurts to think of her back in his control but....that's what choice is about. She called Pa and said HT wasn't feeling good so she was going to stay with him, my thought is bring him home but....
The days ahead will bring a new busy to my life and perhaps come next Christmas there will be cooking, baking and sewing back in this most wonderful time.