He's a little taller now... I had a project. Or more appropriately a PROJECT. And a household to run. And three little boys, aged six mo...

Don't let the outside fool you . . . Mom was a 'clean machine'. She loved swept floors, made beds and clean surfaces. And spent ...

Pre (and hopefully post) Covid,  o ur family loves taking holidays. And for a simple country family from Southern Alberta, we have managed t...

My Mom. She of the wicked pen . . . and wonderful cooking. I wish I'd found this for Mother's day a few weeks ago. But it's wond...

  The peace and freedoms we enjoy come to us at great cost, Paid by precious few who did not shirk when lives were lost. But the sacrifi...

  My eldest sister, sweet and kind, So talented in deed and mind, Has skills that never seem to end, And some I cannot comprehend! W...

The workin' man. P.S He hates this picture. But I'm the one with the blog! It was my husband's first job following our marriage....

Have you ever heard the term 'catch colt'? I'm sure you can figure out that it has something to do with horses. And you'd be...

The ranch house. Warm. Comfortable. A little too welcoming. It was night. That time when dinner hour is long past and the denizens of the ho...

  Our ‘Favourite Breakfast’ theme this week, Conjures something warm and meek, But years ago, meant other things, That made us kids (m...

It was a hot summer day. The girl whose family owned the only swimming pool in the town was hosting an impromptu pool party with her friends...

Ignore the glasses. But love the shoes! I love to sing. How I love to sing. I'm not saying I'm any good at it. But I love to do it. ...