Thoughts

Feeling very thankful as I watch the reports on the devastation in other parts of our country...so much is happening to our land...is God speaking to us through these events? Have we pushed Him aside for too long? Is our great nation on the way to a fall? These are thoughts to ponder. These are matters for prayer.

 My love of crocks goes way back.

Most of mine are dark brown.

 These two are at the end of the hearth. 

I am filling this dough bowl with fall elements for the dining table.

This wood piece was probably an old sewing machine drawer.

This magazine rack was made by my dad. Carpentry was one of his many talents. For years my maternal grandmother kept it by her easy chair. Maybe Dad made it especially for her. I remember her phone stayed on the top, and newspapers and farm journals were jammed on the shelves. I have thought about painting it, but cannot bring myself to change it. The rack now holds decorating books and magazines and sits on the hearth near my easy chair.

One of my favorite pictures of my parents shows them picking berries on the side of a road. I view it every day and miss them more and more. I also miss the the world as I knew it back then. You were not afraid of strangers. You trusted and respected the people in your community.  You easily believed in the goodness of others.