Flowers here...

Spring not far behind!

Precious little One!

Pop got a late valentine last week. Astrid
made it at school and it was hanging in
the hall. The last line says something like..
I love you so much because I know you would
do anything thing in the world for me...
and it is true.

Late March Blooms

I took this March 30, 2006. This year the
last week of March I will be on spring break
and I hope spring has broken through so I
can enjoy the week.

Soon....

Green buds will show on this oak in a few
weeks.

Hills under Blanket!

Quilt

I wanted to make Clayton's quilt like
Momma always did. SHe would put something
old inside. I am not pleased with this
it reminds me of a table cloth. I should
not have picked the floweredy material.
I put an piece of old blue blanket as the
lining. Maybe when it is washed and faded
it will look better. I am tacking it.

Back to the Grind!

It snowed a foot but most of it has
melted and I must go back to work today.
I had a good day at home and will not
hate missing the school day until I
have to make it up in May....

Cocoon

Surprise vacation!!! I go to bed with the
chickens and get up way before the sun. I
got a surprise when the sun came up this
morn! No school today...snow was over my
boots when I went to get the paper!

My Own Place

Erin is dreaming of moving to a red dirt
road like Fleta. She wants to be able to
go outside and not see people and other
houses. She really had never lived in town
until she moved to Harrison, Arkansas.
Neither of my kids like living where there
are others around. We like our space. I
value having space enough around me to keep
others at a distance. This is the land
Erin is dreaming of. The piece on the little
knoll...she says 5 to 10 acres will be enough
for Clayton to run and play and grow!

Clayton

March, April, May, June and then Clayton will
be here. He will know Erin and Greg's voice
when he is born. He will not know mine as he
does not get to hear me much. Maybe I should
record some songs and have Erin play them in
the car when she is driving. I can sing 'the
old gray mare ain't what she used to be' like
the video I have of Fleta and Erin singing it
when Erin was a little girl.

Clayton's Cover!

Remembering

I remember our old barn. Going down and sitting alone inside. I remember the smell of the sweet cow feed and the musty-dung dirt floor. I wish I had a old barn of
my own. I think this photo is Fleta's...I am sure she will tell me if it is. Well, it could be Erin's...she will tell me too. They are just alike.