Every day brings a renewed sense of hope for me. I know that sounds so cliche, but I wake up most mornings grateful to still be here and grateful for this life that my sweet husband has selflessly provided for me. I love nothing more than a good cup of coffee, the sunrise over the …
The smoke rolled into the valley yesterday afternoon. It's coming down from Canada and is still hanging thick in the air. It is supposed to clear out tomorrow, if the wind cooperates. It's the only time I root for wind here in southeast Idaho. 😄 Before it came and forced me back inside where it's …
I don't know if the purpose of life is to gain wisdom, or if we even have a purpose. Maybe we're just here. Sometimes I wonder why and how the heck I am still here. Still, we are here, and if we're here long enough we learn things. At least some of us do. 😄 …
Underneath that icy cold blanket of frozen whiteness life is waiting patiently to return. It is far more patient than I am. It will come back at exactly the right time, in due time. First, tiny shoots of green will appear and then a sudden explosion of spring wildflowers will follow. The trees will fill …
Our "backyard" is picture postcard beautiful this time of year. The snow and ice have settled on everything and makes looking out at the otherwise bleak landscape much more pleasant and palatable. It's still deadly cold, but it's beautiful nonetheless. I always say it's like living in a Bob Ross painting. We seem to be …
Empty Nest Homesteading 