Barns, one of my fav things. This barn is in Hingham where I live but I did not personally take this pic. If the walls could talk about it's history, what a story that would be. I just escape to another time looking at this barn. Don't ya love it.

Just gotta thing for vintage. I believe it comes with age! This beauty is on ebay.....debating.

Good Morning Lil Birdies

Got up early this morning, this beautiful sunny morning.  I took a moment, and listened to the chirpping birds.  It's a glorious sound to hear.  I paused,  I listened, I breathed it all in, just for a moment.....thank you Lord for the mornings, and my first breath of the day.

Well..... we sprung ahead with one hour, and so have I with one year. Thank you Lord!!

Went out riding with a friend along some country roads....my soul was at peace. Come to realize my roots are country. My childhood years were spent in Chichester, NH. As country as one can get. That's what I am drawn too. The peace and tranquility of it all. The Simple pleasurers, of seeing crumbley old barns...and imagine what they once were.....small running brooks running along side a country road. Cloths hanging out to dry in the clean country air. Simple, basic, that's what I love.

Some fav items for Spring. From Plow & Hearth Oh Spring come quickly.

Love this DIY idea from www.countryliving.com As a girl, I did have hankies like those pictured here below. Oh where are they now?? Pressed and sewn together, you have a lovely Chic table runner. What a Shabby2Chic idea don't you think?

The signs of March

I remember the signs and smells of march as a child.....like it was yesterday.  My favorite month....I am partial  however, I was born in March.  I remember red rubber boots, and splashing in the puddles left by melting snow.  What is the thrill of walking in a puddle as a child (or adult) with your rubber boots on you ask?  Well for one thing you can.. and won't get in trouble, cause you got your boots on!  What about sloshing that wet brown mud around.   Another thrill, the surprise of how deep a puddle may be once you step into it, the deeper the water the higher the water mark goes on you red boots and guess what......your feet  are still dry, nope not gonna get in trouble!! 

I remember the smells of March too.  The smell of the earth because it's slowly appearing once again from under the blanket of  Winter's snow.  The ground stays muddy for some time and those red rubber boots are out for awhile for the wearing.  Each time they are slipped on its another adventure out in March's melting madness. The green grass is coming...but this has to happen first.  Fond memories so glad I have them.  Do you?  Get out your red rubber boots or blue or green boots, enjoy all of March!