tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18034384493050719482024-03-18T14:57:52.832-05:00THE COUNTRY FARM HOMEPlain and Simple Farmhouse StyleThe Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.comBlogger597125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-22145683924360579602022-11-22T11:35:00.000-06:002022-11-22T11:35:35.206-06:00WELCOME TO THE COUNTRY FARM HOME<p style="text-align: center;"><b><i></i></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbp_l297VFr7RflLeXPfe5-iJ54ixTfGQ9iq93lWzpU7PsI1W9Rv2Jd0N7aFrzbeUiOEew8HEhvB-Na2TXq7k7vDFIu8FyI4ZkhZrjuVPa0SK0n1lbNb5fDlCU3xeKqoZvIkcmjZRByEj-PZ-JXz3z20fwCc0QJVmyZDIYagDqpA900GDmrElpU4PJ/s1600/DSC00961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbp_l297VFr7RflLeXPfe5-iJ54ixTfGQ9iq93lWzpU7PsI1W9Rv2Jd0N7aFrzbeUiOEew8HEhvB-Na2TXq7k7vDFIu8FyI4ZkhZrjuVPa0SK0n1lbNb5fDlCU3xeKqoZvIkcmjZRByEj-PZ-JXz3z20fwCc0QJVmyZDIYagDqpA900GDmrElpU4PJ/w640-h480/DSC00961.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE COUNTRY FARM HOME KITCHEN</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i></i></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">PLEASE SCROLL DOWN THE PAGE FOR MORE TOPICS AND LINKS!</span></i></b></p><p>My guess is you've been curious about where I've been? Well, just about the time I was following up on marrying colonial decor to my farmhouse style at our small weekend home in Ste. Genevieve, I caught the big C! Well, that was no fun and it took me what seemed forever to get over it. . . </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOre3Nlv73DUoePMe1ToER91lB8MbbFCIvZQL4CwOqNAmkoSc9t4HTHLJvaiPNtprRcnsjMW3WrRroW0JqrkdhtpKhr3PaE72JYngvRtYGyzfk-hK6rnbGrtxoT8kAb__HppuPRL6bGlzTrVQfF00YVMc0YQ3kMvFvv576XgM4HazLCE95dINroqls/s640/wm_DSC00710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOre3Nlv73DUoePMe1ToER91lB8MbbFCIvZQL4CwOqNAmkoSc9t4HTHLJvaiPNtprRcnsjMW3WrRroW0JqrkdhtpKhr3PaE72JYngvRtYGyzfk-hK6rnbGrtxoT8kAb__HppuPRL6bGlzTrVQfF00YVMc0YQ3kMvFvv576XgM4HazLCE95dINroqls/s16000/wm_DSC00710.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE COUNTRY FARM HOME KEEPING ROOM</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Then in late August, the opportunity came to buy the dream home of my life in Ste. Genevieve, MO and I went for it. . .Totally unexpected. . .but happy that I found myself moving up the hill in yet another historic home. . .That's where I've been. . .and have not made it back to the Country Farm Home yet. . .Poor John has had to take care of the farm all alone. . .while I met with painters. . .carpenters. . .and all that goes with moving into a new home. . .</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rZeJ1TAwaRlyzxNZ1HbLzV1uBiWa1QiP_jvlGNBSlNaJfSMBjpJrcoXnHdAqEQA_V3iO1gj58uLBbW5uXVjLMlCR7K4BAa41wM44v5z_TU9U2qtdeINkVcbUJm-1yRKJ6x2kjzeM9XwSgwxq7UA-mbypvibY3ujywpp8MLVa1SNv90yaqhQok1wa/s785/wm_IMG_1750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="785" data-original-width="523" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rZeJ1TAwaRlyzxNZ1HbLzV1uBiWa1QiP_jvlGNBSlNaJfSMBjpJrcoXnHdAqEQA_V3iO1gj58uLBbW5uXVjLMlCR7K4BAa41wM44v5z_TU9U2qtdeINkVcbUJm-1yRKJ6x2kjzeM9XwSgwxq7UA-mbypvibY3ujywpp8MLVa1SNv90yaqhQok1wa/s16000/wm_IMG_1750.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE COUNTRY FARM HOME LIVING ROOM</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">But. . .never fear. . .I will be back at the farm very soon. . .Yet. . .I have no idea how much time I'll have to keep you posted for a while. . .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhisMO8i-v78UvppvvIFk2F5w62g1W5mLUbUvuW2AZ2u97fTjs1ddfaelyUTsgMJj244PycGKcooBnTCAqnLBafeVTlcf9aV3sBCkSM-HgqTPKU4Fp6eSa6uoXqgRM6KWjd5GjzXwTP8CBaqiJ9XfAKnw-wZ-e8bohAG9TeS8eRaEQmgLBGJiyXXv/s800/ip_IMG_3457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhisMO8i-v78UvppvvIFk2F5w62g1W5mLUbUvuW2AZ2u97fTjs1ddfaelyUTsgMJj244PycGKcooBnTCAqnLBafeVTlcf9aV3sBCkSM-HgqTPKU4Fp6eSa6uoXqgRM6KWjd5GjzXwTP8CBaqiJ9XfAKnw-wZ-e8bohAG9TeS8eRaEQmgLBGJiyXXv/s16000/ip_IMG_3457.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE COUNTRY FARM HOME BEDROOM</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In the meantime, enjoy all the older posts. . .many of which will never grow dated. . .and will always be in true farmhouse Plain and Simple style. . .Scroll down to the bottom of the page for numerous links and subjects. . .and I will return as soon as possible. . .</span></div></div><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH3O4DqIIhy6flyJvaJPfgbS8lhfskCCFdUuc3tNk7fzfgrTuGnEWZdpgDhsYPQKa7ypcnXQq1Q21DDDjZud1Zgo_VbTj7W9WaqyP5Lm4PPxfgfgyw_7QLknceRXv_XgADVHUAX0ig5BWwhgHwy6uxXG4VCJbBLwcNXE_uBduuzS9UypNuKZfyMhm/s800/ip_IMG_1769%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH3O4DqIIhy6flyJvaJPfgbS8lhfskCCFdUuc3tNk7fzfgrTuGnEWZdpgDhsYPQKa7ypcnXQq1Q21DDDjZud1Zgo_VbTj7W9WaqyP5Lm4PPxfgfgyw_7QLknceRXv_XgADVHUAX0ig5BWwhgHwy6uxXG4VCJbBLwcNXE_uBduuzS9UypNuKZfyMhm/s16000/ip_IMG_1769%20(2).jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE COUNTRY FARM HOME BATH</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p style="text-align: center;">Thanks for following!!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpf3zqL_9FNvitLAWATmdAsZB-29lGYauswbvDAhHyG9tMLg3Pn9RaPBLqwhlQd_5EODRExFfOoIuOpzM7rGqYu9P1G0ufEm8F_BOxDAVb6yBk0kI9JxqITLJ8nqjahnjHein5ziLG_YXNNs9OJQHv6dIU1p9zQK---IRb8laM9uxjpaoZ2nBieNDn/s500/pm_lifeisgood500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpf3zqL_9FNvitLAWATmdAsZB-29lGYauswbvDAhHyG9tMLg3Pn9RaPBLqwhlQd_5EODRExFfOoIuOpzM7rGqYu9P1G0ufEm8F_BOxDAVb6yBk0kI9JxqITLJ8nqjahnjHein5ziLG_YXNNs9OJQHv6dIU1p9zQK---IRb8laM9uxjpaoZ2nBieNDn/s16000/pm_lifeisgood500.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-35029953784718320192022-07-06T10:12:00.003-05:002022-07-06T10:12:44.875-05:00Denim Make-Do Chair: A Sneak Peek<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FSLG5emA0MPHDKMtMUZ7PdbzcV1LpiKoq7ARGdxa3lWtotQDPvqNP-3-evVy84O7wUERHrX3M4v-W3_liJ730Irt7zJT3W824IWm-6W2TS7W4VccLHi4B6gBruOng-DH_yHd0-vAe3Ut6aiwaRYawnBCA2k5nLFgF-QakmUbAvN-V8ghx_geHpDM/s800/IMG_9047%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FSLG5emA0MPHDKMtMUZ7PdbzcV1LpiKoq7ARGdxa3lWtotQDPvqNP-3-evVy84O7wUERHrX3M4v-W3_liJ730Irt7zJT3W824IWm-6W2TS7W4VccLHi4B6gBruOng-DH_yHd0-vAe3Ut6aiwaRYawnBCA2k5nLFgF-QakmUbAvN-V8ghx_geHpDM/s16000/IMG_9047%20(2).JPG" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">You know how much I love MAKE-DO projects. . .as well as DENIM. . .so why not combine the two? . .I had a lot of fun covering this chair that John made for me as a Christmas gift. . .It took all day to cover because I had to figure out what to do in each step. . .The next one won't take half the time. . . I was really pleased with the result. . .So much so that I put together a DIY. . .It will be in the Winter Issue of <a href="https://www.mercantilegatherings.com/" target="_blank">COUNTRY RUSTIC MAGAZINE</a>. . .</span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is just a sneak peek. . .</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpk3nVVLDSInVu3MW52svFahy7fj1IyeKlE0tooE8DeAk2EFVAwocRqETAIQlRtYHBB9e4LYQcyaOuooszRfDyrouvw0YlEyO7zUDT-y04AzDg6Tk3sbzVomz2D7zypFpFgr9csQo_oQ1UtCM_eU0k9zH2-lgG46EItuwgBp-3rh7jAcObpIXWgBD/s800/IMG_9049%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpk3nVVLDSInVu3MW52svFahy7fj1IyeKlE0tooE8DeAk2EFVAwocRqETAIQlRtYHBB9e4LYQcyaOuooszRfDyrouvw0YlEyO7zUDT-y04AzDg6Tk3sbzVomz2D7zypFpFgr9csQo_oQ1UtCM_eU0k9zH2-lgG46EItuwgBp-3rh7jAcObpIXWgBD/s16000/IMG_9049%20(2).JPG" /></a></div><p><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">FARMHOUSE. . .PRIM. . .TRADITIONAL. . .MODERN. . .Take your pick. . .This chair would fit in with any decor. . .</span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPFWWQ5lOhgfXG_-9hjJ6rlQdIeYGL52ZKwVyVmSlE5gg0wI56gbiDtsjO9fK6AmLS0DtiQMVZuFHNf1QCBjtbGNtkp4po5jgyj4ZpMEyDPymsXgD6ra7ZyevIzut6TPE4SN2nTRiW0pJOERdYUeG3JWUrn7D1fAfOypAh4lFzV-6FzN_fgjD2VhG/s711/IMG_9062%20(3).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="711" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPFWWQ5lOhgfXG_-9hjJ6rlQdIeYGL52ZKwVyVmSlE5gg0wI56gbiDtsjO9fK6AmLS0DtiQMVZuFHNf1QCBjtbGNtkp4po5jgyj4ZpMEyDPymsXgD6ra7ZyevIzut6TPE4SN2nTRiW0pJOERdYUeG3JWUrn7D1fAfOypAh4lFzV-6FzN_fgjD2VhG/s16000/IMG_9062%20(3).JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BJ and Favorite Toy "Al" (the Owl)</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's Mr. B J LaShay approved. . .and that's very important around our farmhouse.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you would like to see this chair in a more tradition setting, see. . .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://stegenevievejournal.blogspot.com/2022/07/denim-in-colonial-setting.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">DENIM IN A COLONIAL SETTING? WHY NOT?</span></a><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bzDgnMQNZJy-i-LZPJX57TaHno12X2rBxHrKxdUCeK3GYNxvM7_cAglN8jhNpLdbW1Ks78P3xdGu_S2ZUnPRYD4TxX8o1ipJUyA4gEYhiCwuZzyrt3R-LUsBecw-NSm5DhiU1xF2WAvq_vsuYbamvvIkfpekeBmJQczJX1-spQ5aWCZde9BzktOw/s596/pm_fmrsdau_tcfhthum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="596" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bzDgnMQNZJy-i-LZPJX57TaHno12X2rBxHrKxdUCeK3GYNxvM7_cAglN8jhNpLdbW1Ks78P3xdGu_S2ZUnPRYD4TxX8o1ipJUyA4gEYhiCwuZzyrt3R-LUsBecw-NSm5DhiU1xF2WAvq_vsuYbamvvIkfpekeBmJQczJX1-spQ5aWCZde9BzktOw/s320/pm_fmrsdau_tcfhthum.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-80499085053652273432022-06-15T08:12:00.000-05:002022-06-15T08:12:07.597-05:00Design Board For Ste. Genevieve Home<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims0B0oSgN09HuadBRUkXjGdbMWthEBNxwf0nrFIk3WzN8Rs8BArFre9pBNxh-u-Tmiu3Uc0jsny_rmEWUTrKpBwYJsaTa30xLl52mQ5oLticcD3BJOal4mrX4BIxWxyNtPE6D3dSLM2LT915qGRTGxLQKbfCVcerHbhNxtAoaY22btv4SMW0B8Cmq/s800/colonial%20farmhouse%20room%20board%20800.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEims0B0oSgN09HuadBRUkXjGdbMWthEBNxwf0nrFIk3WzN8Rs8BArFre9pBNxh-u-Tmiu3Uc0jsny_rmEWUTrKpBwYJsaTa30xLl52mQ5oLticcD3BJOal4mrX4BIxWxyNtPE6D3dSLM2LT915qGRTGxLQKbfCVcerHbhNxtAoaY22btv4SMW0B8Cmq/s16000/colonial%20farmhouse%20room%20board%20800.png" /></a></div> Well. . .only a few days after I promised to post more often, I lost wi-fi for almost a month! . .I think it is up and running now, so we'll get on with the Ste. Genevieve home make-over. . .I did a design board with the style and basic colors. . .but there is a lot of room to make different decisions as I go. . .I don't know about you, but when I decorate I stay open to additional ideas. . .or a total change. . .The result is always a surprise even to me. . .<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrbFez7-vHbZCQkaeN_0mA8Oj06S3KJcKNT0EPZAqpov_s4MbTKJYHB1HjiCjSiv9cOD1Yy2s8vNrIjuVe53N5iBdqcGDTkyez4YL3_PyWEUJCwJpSFfSqLsnmX4N3002b8_JRkzCzqF1EQbd-o_kGqxgv5IpN7VAW9oxjLazW_QH1h2DAyJKUORf/s800/colonial%20farmhouse%20design%20gathering.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrbFez7-vHbZCQkaeN_0mA8Oj06S3KJcKNT0EPZAqpov_s4MbTKJYHB1HjiCjSiv9cOD1Yy2s8vNrIjuVe53N5iBdqcGDTkyez4YL3_PyWEUJCwJpSFfSqLsnmX4N3002b8_JRkzCzqF1EQbd-o_kGqxgv5IpN7VAW9oxjLazW_QH1h2DAyJKUORf/s16000/colonial%20farmhouse%20design%20gathering.jpg" /></a></div><p>I sort of grouped together an example of where I think I am going with this. . .but as you can see. . .there is plenty of neutral backgrounds for a different look. . .Just have to move the furniture and accessories. . .I do love this neutral decor, though, so I won't be wandering off too far. . .I'm already considering several options for the floor. . .Paint or Checkerboard or leave as is? </p><p style="text-align: center;">This is going to be FUN!!!!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw-vz6jGyRbkKXT8J38xj5lMRaf6NkI_BzQzCLerz1hNnGx9CEHhHK6Si8D9m7GguNLmUvIqy4cpZMsVQnmx67kDd43ndEga90hK16wFQpepiGqdHzPNHftetcfwSfGnHaoshxORI0D_akZ2b0K2M4NnXwOLkc9LHcsiU7ZgJSIFkJlk9McHHGPGv/s177/ip_seal_sig_175.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="177" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw-vz6jGyRbkKXT8J38xj5lMRaf6NkI_BzQzCLerz1hNnGx9CEHhHK6Si8D9m7GguNLmUvIqy4cpZMsVQnmx67kDd43ndEga90hK16wFQpepiGqdHzPNHftetcfwSfGnHaoshxORI0D_akZ2b0K2M4NnXwOLkc9LHcsiU7ZgJSIFkJlk9McHHGPGv/s1600/ip_seal_sig_175.png" width="177" /></a></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-20253248914684344862022-05-19T11:56:00.000-05:002022-05-19T11:56:19.425-05:00Renovating A Small Colonial Cottage With My Farmhouse Style<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSj5G3e8lCYsHCycMFnENze-elzIbFRf4tT5BamEaPRsB7LtdGsglXK-3BeyLD0bFGIDVYR1cWnU_VPjlKJtFDxAkrodTXBrlNxZvycH-GqEE4RqxrNEpaUo9fqyzfUjQNf2ls1jL0bPHIoqv-tXOh61PRsDu-LB9-5mnr85Gtux4jok5nLrgvhOb/s800/IMG_8816%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="551" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSj5G3e8lCYsHCycMFnENze-elzIbFRf4tT5BamEaPRsB7LtdGsglXK-3BeyLD0bFGIDVYR1cWnU_VPjlKJtFDxAkrodTXBrlNxZvycH-GqEE4RqxrNEpaUo9fqyzfUjQNf2ls1jL0bPHIoqv-tXOh61PRsDu-LB9-5mnr85Gtux4jok5nLrgvhOb/s16000/IMG_8816%20(2).JPG" /></a></div><p>I know I have teased you about renovating our second home in Ste. Genevieve, Mo. before. . .but hopefully this will be the year. . .Let's face it, nothing has been normal for the last two plus years. . .and it is only now that I am getting caught up on a LOT of projects. . .But this summer of 2022, I WILL be making changes to our little hideaway. . .and I will be posting it here at The Country Farm Home. . .because. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0tiklB5XvNl1RCuAaBJRq8fNnPYUPCqG_GvULub0XjUNsVYhIksWViYaNCkql90qivK8PPaGzOvCJmaMP3DTYJSHF0njliJCWK3Tiiq1mpHlExeXePzODr2rlWXIvJV5hDHyflCtOURVxVUYUEpfLQsaTKlOyMOUORRC-zdnM3LMHH2Fe_BQE-6y/s800/IMG_8818%20(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="800" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0tiklB5XvNl1RCuAaBJRq8fNnPYUPCqG_GvULub0XjUNsVYhIksWViYaNCkql90qivK8PPaGzOvCJmaMP3DTYJSHF0njliJCWK3Tiiq1mpHlExeXePzODr2rlWXIvJV5hDHyflCtOURVxVUYUEpfLQsaTKlOyMOUORRC-zdnM3LMHH2Fe_BQE-6y/w640-h614/IMG_8818%20(3).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I have decided to update the entire house in my farmhouse style. . .using the same palette based on our cotton fields. . .the neutrals of whites, grays, tans, and black. . .Maybe a check floor here and there. . .Touches of color. . .There will be primitives and colonial pieces, since the house dates back to 1865. . .but done in the style I love the most. . .<div><br /></div><div>I have tried the traditional colonial decor. . .added and subtracted for several years. . .but none excite me as this new idea of mine. . .to marry farmhouse style with traditional touches. . .Even this couch will be getting a makeover using old cotton sacking. . .</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhlv-It3WXFbz2h0xCqX1j9hmaWbbOxC00CW-4qVg89QQBrNsfNS7Y_h3MxtRkuOsiC5cGmaKjsn_m2cDkXklXv10SbXmWPETb53sJw-yp5RqCOhwbYISUUjKbq14AR-YzNC4VO7p-jNs3ayUSk-PQpfUrBaRMi9G_qB64O6gqzqLaMuw52PDFwWB/s800/IMG_8822%20(3).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhlv-It3WXFbz2h0xCqX1j9hmaWbbOxC00CW-4qVg89QQBrNsfNS7Y_h3MxtRkuOsiC5cGmaKjsn_m2cDkXklXv10SbXmWPETb53sJw-yp5RqCOhwbYISUUjKbq14AR-YzNC4VO7p-jNs3ayUSk-PQpfUrBaRMi9G_qB64O6gqzqLaMuw52PDFwWB/s16000/IMG_8822%20(3).JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><div>I'm bringing in the white ironstone. . .old crocks. . .lots of wooden boxes. . .neutral area rugs. . .galvanized items. . .wooden barrels. . .and more. . .as I create a relaxed style for our second home. . .</div><div><br /></div><div>There's a living room, kitchen, pantry, bath and two bedrooms. . .What fun this will be! . .And I'm sure you won't want to miss it. . .</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeath-ZSou4so-1FZZcbB2nRq18EFTSBlMLqe_dsluODx3uk6bds3R7XEPdG8r9S79B0OeHMj16-kpsNB0S-GJYwY5DW1MGG9zbZTf0U4wtcjYbOAiCqE7ebGhocAk6jT2g5RHdshc-ifvFhLZiZsW4VOXbmbpdZ8gk0njiZsaRhi_J79solwMV6S/s800/IMG_8817%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeath-ZSou4so-1FZZcbB2nRq18EFTSBlMLqe_dsluODx3uk6bds3R7XEPdG8r9S79B0OeHMj16-kpsNB0S-GJYwY5DW1MGG9zbZTf0U4wtcjYbOAiCqE7ebGhocAk6jT2g5RHdshc-ifvFhLZiZsW4VOXbmbpdZ8gk0njiZsaRhi_J79solwMV6S/s16000/IMG_8817%20(2).JPG" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> If you would like to see more about our cottage in Ste. Genevieve, I hope you'll follow this link to:</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://stegenevievejournal.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-large;">HEIL HOUSE 1865</span></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DcAbTCaRTbbFZzYMGhl_QAR7oW6Mc77PUngey9EGCzMfG6WsbbhXti9fi55ONROVAXW0riqwaEb8eYcpLsYFchyBD3OnY262xWRHI1pAwirXHOXr-O7pJyOykyCIaIiiaUCUdVQcVkcLcpHltbua4DuUIzLoz800q2s1QR9M_C-O1x4TKpMkQvs9/s800/IMG_8828%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DcAbTCaRTbbFZzYMGhl_QAR7oW6Mc77PUngey9EGCzMfG6WsbbhXti9fi55ONROVAXW0riqwaEb8eYcpLsYFchyBD3OnY262xWRHI1pAwirXHOXr-O7pJyOykyCIaIiiaUCUdVQcVkcLcpHltbua4DuUIzLoz800q2s1QR9M_C-O1x4TKpMkQvs9/w640-h426/IMG_8828%20(2).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><p></p></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjl5BAkJDPsm84gGqCudelFtpMfRmZge2Xr0yerFjA6ifEgdI5M97-TJjhTcqIudKn-aLWt4LvzKopbvqrWL-nECEMk237RvAZO0-lgCKG2m6cyTV4SmE91VaJ1janov4J-PoqZy2vfb22BZO2lWf6OzFh8J1axxSAMoH5D09k-CUVoNbviQzMFB1a/s177/ip_seal_sig_175.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="177" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjl5BAkJDPsm84gGqCudelFtpMfRmZge2Xr0yerFjA6ifEgdI5M97-TJjhTcqIudKn-aLWt4LvzKopbvqrWL-nECEMk237RvAZO0-lgCKG2m6cyTV4SmE91VaJ1janov4J-PoqZy2vfb22BZO2lWf6OzFh8J1axxSAMoH5D09k-CUVoNbviQzMFB1a/s1600/ip_seal_sig_175.png" width="177" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-30226810142690604132022-02-11T08:41:00.000-06:002022-02-11T08:41:07.786-06:00Bedroom Story In Black And White<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNOokQlwPH4RDmuRxL1oAYg7Yv2v5E6RijhhSbYuB2rUeK0RpagtbwJUcgkswlkOj21TRJARMSyE-q1WsRbWgWpFd629YAZFpiG14kR_d5gqWrHBXmkGNnJZmT0Dn5LNqU7D_Y4nI0wQxcH4JafZtY7fvBXSBccu92_YtxiiER8Obey38HJ8qRuw-Q=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNOokQlwPH4RDmuRxL1oAYg7Yv2v5E6RijhhSbYuB2rUeK0RpagtbwJUcgkswlkOj21TRJARMSyE-q1WsRbWgWpFd629YAZFpiG14kR_d5gqWrHBXmkGNnJZmT0Dn5LNqU7D_Y4nI0wQxcH4JafZtY7fvBXSBccu92_YtxiiER8Obey38HJ8qRuw-Q=s16000" /></a></div><p>A bedroom story? I bet I got your attention! Well. . .since February is the month for Valentines. . .I thought I would share a little story about the black and white framed picture from several years ago that John found at a thrift store for a couple of dollars. . .It was a gift for me. . .and I couldn't have been more touched. . .As I pulled the wrapping off, his only words were, "It's you and me at the Greenhow!" Sometimes he can be such a romantic. . .for it WAS a shuttered window just like the one at the Greenhow Store where we often stood and talked. . .Of course we were adults. . .and in 18th century costumes. . .but in those days of forming a lasting love and friendship, we felt young and free and full of wonder. . . </p><p>What a precious and treasured gift it was. . .I ran across it while doing my winter cleaning. . .I have a confession. . .I have quit spring cleaning. . .instead I clean during the cold days of winter so I can enjoy the warm weather when it comes along. . .I take it room by room. . .removing everything. . .dusting and scrubbing. . .even vacuuming the walls. . .washing drapes. . . linens. . .nothing is left untouched. . .Along the way, I find decorating possibilities. . .I never know what might pop up. . .but once I found this treasured framed picture, I knew the room decor had to compliment it. . .done quite simply. . .black and white. . .vintage. . .family. . .</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">It all came together pretty quickly. . .with a less is more attitude. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyn8yYO5yTYITkKZgocGfxF8Dy5QP7-tKSPeG2AKx8IB2kVtn0k1zverO-pbX0POoHcuHlErd9eGlqXbrfyuTbOfPB-Y5_sKRgAEOi9vMSvUtcUTNIUAYLelVVnlfNQWHNCDqLJ8aTW10Am5UvvSkDMLUNSmGTunzcLDd_5dWfhqCrclNz4NFEIegC=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The dresser is minimally done. . .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj2OEBMEb1ECxu9BVUUs6kVmcO9On35iLYQs9bWBz1Esqou40zRjzDXuPOPhtE62yUplni2nXb-E8KVH0uFBaFcsAvryB6DGZza9PgO_Dt_7iraCkjxBUr0LlxP3hvw8itXa3nbi2RBqoIJRWryOsOKRZA2T_hj6yJeY9QzZJ4eSMzTCEj7J1uieYR=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj2OEBMEb1ECxu9BVUUs6kVmcO9On35iLYQs9bWBz1Esqou40zRjzDXuPOPhtE62yUplni2nXb-E8KVH0uFBaFcsAvryB6DGZza9PgO_Dt_7iraCkjxBUr0LlxP3hvw8itXa3nbi2RBqoIJRWryOsOKRZA2T_hj6yJeY9QzZJ4eSMzTCEj7J1uieYR=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">And a sign hung on the wrought iron from an old screen door says it all. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">WISHING A HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL. . .</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">REMEMBER THOSE YOU LOVE AND HOW PRECIOUS THEY ARE!!!!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuQXl_Ds7NqRQfPfpTTL33eBojgyUe81MJW7MXJu6JaKzyFXClGs3b1U_FIOlJwZWenIWg6RdNmCW9aW38ajje1tv6J3m1lYjEOU8f_v55p7zPWJImznq4JWYbRPN-0LI7WcpGm0Ev2LE5jxAxxiOc7t8v9prp2BAHDrlZk3EQRf8-9lOsFnq1Sl-Q=s450" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="317" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuQXl_Ds7NqRQfPfpTTL33eBojgyUe81MJW7MXJu6JaKzyFXClGs3b1U_FIOlJwZWenIWg6RdNmCW9aW38ajje1tv6J3m1lYjEOU8f_v55p7zPWJImznq4JWYbRPN-0LI7WcpGm0Ev2LE5jxAxxiOc7t8v9prp2BAHDrlZk3EQRf8-9lOsFnq1Sl-Q=w281-h400" width="281" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-85497912464538327802022-01-19T06:57:00.002-06:002022-01-19T06:57:58.334-06:00Time To Plan A 2022 Summer Garden <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0Ohpwnx8ULtoc5H4UcEUlC5zfGf-TnYjevxVGM1raf7j6z622jpOXZTaizCOnASpOM_-g2g3qzzTqFWwQifZ9yv3bjxbTJnzzomb1L7xgPVg5vXBGMjI9IlvTMQhx64YdJj-xqRMsdCBfOsKgZ1TbUCrcoQJR_dA833cv4KVGnZAhuAS6W9xpONcg=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0Ohpwnx8ULtoc5H4UcEUlC5zfGf-TnYjevxVGM1raf7j6z622jpOXZTaizCOnASpOM_-g2g3qzzTqFWwQifZ9yv3bjxbTJnzzomb1L7xgPVg5vXBGMjI9IlvTMQhx64YdJj-xqRMsdCBfOsKgZ1TbUCrcoQJR_dA833cv4KVGnZAhuAS6W9xpONcg=s16000" /></a></div> <p></p><p>I know. . .I know. . .Only a month ago I was dreaming of a White Christmas. . .But now my head is filled with dreams of fried green tomatoes. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh86nViqXE6cmiahJWIvCvApTUj81gwwm8aw_fYRuVmxmHdiyHXd_fkyf5Dnos38097GYE9_eSyf-1TcSYNgU1DM04y0-Bjj7WLR5MSPpGQ1VEIRoqmMeGs4ooZVJy9yUC_UcTDbJdH6xeL61LLTBNJhBUWKTbmImMDs9l_haBEjoaMrezGFlhPcJyC=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh86nViqXE6cmiahJWIvCvApTUj81gwwm8aw_fYRuVmxmHdiyHXd_fkyf5Dnos38097GYE9_eSyf-1TcSYNgU1DM04y0-Bjj7WLR5MSPpGQ1VEIRoqmMeGs4ooZVJy9yUC_UcTDbJdH6xeL61LLTBNJhBUWKTbmImMDs9l_haBEjoaMrezGFlhPcJyC=s16000" /></a></div><p>field peas. . .green tomato relish. . .fried squash, sweet potatoes and onions. . .all free for the picking from my own farmhouse garden. . .Except for the cost of seeds and a little fertilizer, I ate fresh and healthy foods all summer long last year. . .and had enough to do some canning, too. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;">CHRISTMAS CHEER AND GLAD TIDINGS!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;">This has been some year, hasn't it? And who knows where the next one will take us? But sitting here on my newly arranged and decorated breezeway porch, I celebrate again the blessings that John and I do have in life and how we so treasure the family and friends we have had throughout the years. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNLtDaiw5pxCEnj7hDF10tVoFOvkqkgO81i2m16r1jsX-A4ZL8m2seyPfCFrXqysXxdSOO0zdpySRXTBN7V1V9ld_gqslVAL6niQ-5WPC93EHAvktxt3WlOc8VNEdiIBBvbmtCN230ctGfCpaVerz2-Pqy7DsG8HAvlL9ZmuT09M7bJaGzoAaKKaEb=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNLtDaiw5pxCEnj7hDF10tVoFOvkqkgO81i2m16r1jsX-A4ZL8m2seyPfCFrXqysXxdSOO0zdpySRXTBN7V1V9ld_gqslVAL6niQ-5WPC93EHAvktxt3WlOc8VNEdiIBBvbmtCN230ctGfCpaVerz2-Pqy7DsG8HAvlL9ZmuT09M7bJaGzoAaKKaEb=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">When you have chalked up many years of life experiences, it is wonderful to look back and remember those who so richly touched our lives, as well as the traditions that have gone on over my lifetime. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEji8pYNAvpaeAUd6bEYMFet3v0VjNQaGpE1lA4scmEKGKfrk-sRgOSQtfhTYajlJdTutxNJqSWiqSCaBgGGHsTIo5396zr9Pt3_PefCblHLueDw_XNLRwPwstXNG14YhFDoIS6h2MZ-83C-QwqDZamrIZtVO7KMpXKI8DhePjMQCB1TJTebglB6wJQX=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEji8pYNAvpaeAUd6bEYMFet3v0VjNQaGpE1lA4scmEKGKfrk-sRgOSQtfhTYajlJdTutxNJqSWiqSCaBgGGHsTIo5396zr9Pt3_PefCblHLueDw_XNLRwPwstXNG14YhFDoIS6h2MZ-83C-QwqDZamrIZtVO7KMpXKI8DhePjMQCB1TJTebglB6wJQX=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">. . .thoughts that inspired John and me to recently venture to the San Souci landing on the Mississippi River, where we spent a wonderful afternoon collecting driftwood, grapevine, and other naturals for holiday decorating. . . </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3t7lETKeBQ_k6wCYFMeJDT9LwAUoGH84ztHM8bmjUI04JQlEoa5JMRrTBdh489Ave4hvenw28y7l6zTdTjR27FazhRaexZABt0zlK7clp4gfNHujTQCYLrPBWKW9T-a3Q0K0JQj0iezHUJQRS_FXhv0ncVSYkJVPgLSfcVt1Rc8TBE-X91KxM0hNY=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3t7lETKeBQ_k6wCYFMeJDT9LwAUoGH84ztHM8bmjUI04JQlEoa5JMRrTBdh489Ave4hvenw28y7l6zTdTjR27FazhRaexZABt0zlK7clp4gfNHujTQCYLrPBWKW9T-a3Q0K0JQj0iezHUJQRS_FXhv0ncVSYkJVPgLSfcVt1Rc8TBE-X91KxM0hNY=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">During my childhood, an annual visit to the river was a big part of our family's Christmas tradition. Sometime right after Thanksgiving, we put on our boots and heavy coats, piled into the old Chevy station wagon, and headed for Barfield landing. In those days, it was mostly wooded and filled with all kinds of useable finds for our Christmas decor. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-5u5ZUGjrLaxcQVCAJVsM2nPA8XFRhg4odbVR-VsS51xTRsLfiVMeliRkJvV89Abb1yWhVrxZ0ZU-WLzwW1jjL0RMURWHyp_h0pjhAeRgW_g9ur8j1i1_t7_Eb-Y07NOeqEZ-Fk5cTDBpzWr0veOVsTdPvHDbpzFL52ca94p34thh4p0AzXkvbDD0=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-5u5ZUGjrLaxcQVCAJVsM2nPA8XFRhg4odbVR-VsS51xTRsLfiVMeliRkJvV89Abb1yWhVrxZ0ZU-WLzwW1jjL0RMURWHyp_h0pjhAeRgW_g9ur8j1i1_t7_Eb-Y07NOeqEZ-Fk5cTDBpzWr0veOVsTdPvHDbpzFL52ca94p34thh4p0AzXkvbDD0=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">On the dirt roads that wound along the Mississippi, we gathered the possibilities. Evergreens for wreaths and indoor arrangements. Mistletoe to hang from the door facings. Osage oranges for spraying silver and gold. Walnuts to fill bowls and make ornaments. Grapevines and wild grasses. Holly and red berries. Odd-shaped branches. Nothing was overlooked. It was a grand time and fills my memories every year.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IjtPWf1i9siw8aOl8O2CjXAwmO4QWzEjOrPqRVsexC3s6OwPevp0gE2tqdtimJDpeIopdpNvtNoduL9bTkNhn1DRWTjdtjcHhuCn7qrHdic75BWm8R7VPfQuiy0W4DyPdBYQd5grn4tb3L8D8iIPq7h7eumN05A_VE7F6loc8bZ3vARDcOdlwRsN=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IjtPWf1i9siw8aOl8O2CjXAwmO4QWzEjOrPqRVsexC3s6OwPevp0gE2tqdtimJDpeIopdpNvtNoduL9bTkNhn1DRWTjdtjcHhuCn7qrHdic75BWm8R7VPfQuiy0W4DyPdBYQd5grn4tb3L8D8iIPq7h7eumN05A_VE7F6loc8bZ3vARDcOdlwRsN=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS5C3_d9h9HGxO-ZnKjEJVJ6i5fPZJYqh2bydsCOm7wgCqgpPb7Q9zPpT-V3r2N3I2uB3JkyXKycrs_LcIC0FkEGZCaOUovOscBJG5cXl7ViK1HdcMEtU9x-XFNOGe159RGDfVletXIu6zk2N9hXQc4Qi7kKYy5eTdHNEx0lPT007NNny-PXfoT20t=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS5C3_d9h9HGxO-ZnKjEJVJ6i5fPZJYqh2bydsCOm7wgCqgpPb7Q9zPpT-V3r2N3I2uB3JkyXKycrs_LcIC0FkEGZCaOUovOscBJG5cXl7ViK1HdcMEtU9x-XFNOGe159RGDfVletXIu6zk2N9hXQc4Qi7kKYy5eTdHNEx0lPT007NNny-PXfoT20t=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">As I gaze out over the farmstead today, I realize those times have mostly come and gone. Christmas has changed much over the years for so many of us. . .and yet. . .it hasn't. . . .The hopes, dreams, and "reason for the season" can still be found in each and every one of our hearts. . .if we will just stop and take the time to embrace it. . .pause and count the blessings. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0qXN3PvF_gUTiNiNPAYdoBWOia-wfXk6jQNakSKdaQow8upZc6M2pK6eo4ej98zm48emgmS_IzfYY7iUnbUWlchOVHEafW1vF4xAjIo_x7qa9jFcH3dU01sTvi7v_DsG3fb0k4FTdJ2KQbhXYNXWnlQYBVh0Ga0QBh0Dmrs-huKVIrSBSSUxd0ypq=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0qXN3PvF_gUTiNiNPAYdoBWOia-wfXk6jQNakSKdaQow8upZc6M2pK6eo4ej98zm48emgmS_IzfYY7iUnbUWlchOVHEafW1vF4xAjIo_x7qa9jFcH3dU01sTvi7v_DsG3fb0k4FTdJ2KQbhXYNXWnlQYBVh0Ga0QBh0Dmrs-huKVIrSBSSUxd0ypq=w426-h640" width="426" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">"DECK THE HALLS AND GIVE A CHEER. . .FOR ALL THE THINGS THAT CHRISTMAS IS THIS YEAR. . ."</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIcDDKjkhflSd8UJt-DpEZI8TA6OPqGEYzMUtBgeAWC7M5oteHpwGQ_HxjDh_78PbRgn9UN0IMAYSvWQnknHIkiUdJNJrIf36wrf2zgH_KPmyYhvmI_BJQXEFAhMNwEi_wHnxd4-IQH1WXHchKzDlkLYZnwlXcTjl7_fILA8-A5BqxJ_czZgyf8HO3=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjIcDDKjkhflSd8UJt-DpEZI8TA6OPqGEYzMUtBgeAWC7M5oteHpwGQ_HxjDh_78PbRgn9UN0IMAYSvWQnknHIkiUdJNJrIf36wrf2zgH_KPmyYhvmI_BJQXEFAhMNwEi_wHnxd4-IQH1WXHchKzDlkLYZnwlXcTjl7_fILA8-A5BqxJ_czZgyf8HO3=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">John and I hope that you and your family will be filled with the true Spirit of Christmas this year and will find joy and hope and peace in your heart. . .just as it was that first Holy Night. . .</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: medium;">"CHRISTMAS. . .MERRY CHRISTMAS. . .MAY ALL YOUR WISHES COME TRUE. . ."</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgLoL0LFmh0UTR2zzppxODPssOo2E0i2S9OIctPyGUqOGGsMoTeCt4UkhFIIlubOBoLi1q8vbo7hujdJG3gWSBhcJjD8XKNf4Vj8L5ugksAZNEzSXhZ7DkLG13ZyQbZMhcvIhvtv2oN5QKRrsakh4tiA3eS69BAijoby2JxWqIju7_osOJ3sTNAsTJ=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgLoL0LFmh0UTR2zzppxODPssOo2E0i2S9OIctPyGUqOGGsMoTeCt4UkhFIIlubOBoLi1q8vbo7hujdJG3gWSBhcJjD8XKNf4Vj8L5ugksAZNEzSXhZ7DkLG13ZyQbZMhcvIhvtv2oN5QKRrsakh4tiA3eS69BAijoby2JxWqIju7_osOJ3sTNAsTJ=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLy6oqYjAhalC8oJiAkpwrEVypWxBqlWT-ipfX5Dscufx9UOBOEkpRAzarmmkFDhHvKjFMOSd0uu6qF5V1iLVIurLvYghtbS1qI6K6oJ-GpdAyh305apln1s54dg1YnhIg1-fRCjjlfAX3r31pnlprfqOp_3Vt7Js3wKJc6elsQuBl__UpyO-m1UBQ=s320" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLy6oqYjAhalC8oJiAkpwrEVypWxBqlWT-ipfX5Dscufx9UOBOEkpRAzarmmkFDhHvKjFMOSd0uu6qF5V1iLVIurLvYghtbS1qI6K6oJ-GpdAyh305apln1s54dg1YnhIg1-fRCjjlfAX3r31pnlprfqOp_3Vt7Js3wKJc6elsQuBl__UpyO-m1UBQ=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-31853946050057208782021-12-12T08:15:00.000-06:002021-12-12T08:15:05.801-06:00Snowmen and Hot Chocolate Cookies<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiu8-E4WAJ-Iue2WweSiaacliON7xxPOh1ccepnVdf3ctW-G_PUJobM5y2tGgFnAdmRIqI2UxOHoDwo5dfGj5OYtI18PQaw6u6Su8jCe7IBAdMkP05JaKHDJVPvumlB6HyTRHKbkJjcdw8ShTsj8NuDdE91b0VWslnPIXy0sEJJzwMm6Pza4X-IUBA0=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="463" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiu8-E4WAJ-Iue2WweSiaacliON7xxPOh1ccepnVdf3ctW-G_PUJobM5y2tGgFnAdmRIqI2UxOHoDwo5dfGj5OYtI18PQaw6u6Su8jCe7IBAdMkP05JaKHDJVPvumlB6HyTRHKbkJjcdw8ShTsj8NuDdE91b0VWslnPIXy0sEJJzwMm6Pza4X-IUBA0=s16000" /></a></div><br />Christmas decorations and holiday cheer don't need to be expensive. . .It can be something as humble as dollar snowmen mugs. . .and a simple cookie and pudding recipe that adds up to WINTER FUN that brings smiles to the faces of young and old. . .I know because it sure brought a smile and a laugh from John. . .and he is well past his childhood. . .(grin)<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgm2hMp4Paon5K64-qzsSpNwjNoKD99AV4EpQV-LDqus4ZZWTFyIzwe7QCRWJGP6HWRCa-rOI95mgt_iTRHAbp0co3ZGOsQZXuUnFIJhlbrjSvUViF4ST3dQO29bOQBudrvR2pGvGU5faO2DdGsdhyL3tM6phPtCs07e_UQ9TyTXS7CUwwqXQtj99y4=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgm2hMp4Paon5K64-qzsSpNwjNoKD99AV4EpQV-LDqus4ZZWTFyIzwe7QCRWJGP6HWRCa-rOI95mgt_iTRHAbp0co3ZGOsQZXuUnFIJhlbrjSvUViF4ST3dQO29bOQBudrvR2pGvGU5faO2DdGsdhyL3tM6phPtCs07e_UQ9TyTXS7CUwwqXQtj99y4=s16000" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was because of these cute snowman mugs that I began noticing more SNOWMEN for decorating purposes this year. . .collecting a few at antique malls and thrift stores. . .They are easily found for a little pocket change these days. . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijv66dekXG26IBP9KWTE8K1RqsfVnAu6xQe6AyV36nITWEd5sox8D5KgEevTZqHWH3KTVvwd3ceo_WIipKiqTUlRUSPN34WrNxF4NOL7hT0HQVXkidMryU-z3UcExJ1YGter043I1GUoYdYa9w3rXIbS33fB0QE9ecCMnvik6_ehzRXO4gnRlbFqwa=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="800" height="503" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijv66dekXG26IBP9KWTE8K1RqsfVnAu6xQe6AyV36nITWEd5sox8D5KgEevTZqHWH3KTVvwd3ceo_WIipKiqTUlRUSPN34WrNxF4NOL7hT0HQVXkidMryU-z3UcExJ1YGter043I1GUoYdYa9w3rXIbS33fB0QE9ecCMnvik6_ehzRXO4gnRlbFqwa=w640-h503" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div>Then I happened upon this SNOWMAN painted on a big pieces of corrugated rusty tin from someone's old barn roof at WHITE HOUSE CREATIONS. . .Now what could be more appropriate for our COUNTRY FARM HOME. . .especially since he favored those favorite mugs of ours. . .</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwrs1K927lOuaNQaimbnm0d3Dt73rjmItYYv43rQXPINFky-Hcr7wRAV2AqKZF7JCT5xeuS3se1wZufW9ItysZigB4MWv2Vr4wKNs8y0j8PbwtJI6s5eeXkRyo5jbhZg3O4It-bqYlM7O2gyOAit_4EN0599Zozr1dcUmbdnNC1oZQS80lUCRUOfZc=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwrs1K927lOuaNQaimbnm0d3Dt73rjmItYYv43rQXPINFky-Hcr7wRAV2AqKZF7JCT5xeuS3se1wZufW9ItysZigB4MWv2Vr4wKNs8y0j8PbwtJI6s5eeXkRyo5jbhZg3O4It-bqYlM7O2gyOAit_4EN0599Zozr1dcUmbdnNC1oZQS80lUCRUOfZc=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I knew exactly where he would go, too. . .on the whitewashed barn wood door that hides our modern refrigerator from view. . .and I was right! . . .It fit perfectly. . .</div><div><br /></div><div>I added the handmade broom, purchased years ago, thinking every snowman needed one. . .(For you DIYers, he would be easy to paint.)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7Z1EjRQibfLqiDfs0KutY9UWNZXPxbGFWQwN45KPsXwLKmFiAiUMMusJ9oeG5KrxGKANCeaR5wb5dvgjn_YQcsEqlWCXOE2HV5bSvdX8owpToXjQRfZ-zHFmcaQ_AAFDVmAaYBH_oFDn69MKV7ITwJP2gKclemq400ogsTACG9bOrxl1vnHMJupGz=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7Z1EjRQibfLqiDfs0KutY9UWNZXPxbGFWQwN45KPsXwLKmFiAiUMMusJ9oeG5KrxGKANCeaR5wb5dvgjn_YQcsEqlWCXOE2HV5bSvdX8owpToXjQRfZ-zHFmcaQ_AAFDVmAaYBH_oFDn69MKV7ITwJP2gKclemq400ogsTACG9bOrxl1vnHMJupGz=s16000" /></a></div><p>Seeing him proudly displayed in our kitchen, my thoughts returned to earlier years, when I absolutely loved playing in the snow. . .including snowball fights with the next door cousins. . .Building several snowmen in our yards usually started the fight. . .It was all in fun. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG7lP6uoR_WxDQ-KZHxZDI5i4-nj8IErOm4X7jROGS1OVDUQGoaf5XWFOgo0kxqd72c6QfexCTLv0dwuyh_4Ljl9T0OgfQPRvDd_o31upGkoWWoA4lg0thAMjBHKQGV07_cvae82IeeZcbNRSybpKYP1xQ2OvBltveT_kaypB0Pt8nRiv6LmtJfqrf=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgG7lP6uoR_WxDQ-KZHxZDI5i4-nj8IErOm4X7jROGS1OVDUQGoaf5XWFOgo0kxqd72c6QfexCTLv0dwuyh_4Ljl9T0OgfQPRvDd_o31upGkoWWoA4lg0thAMjBHKQGV07_cvae82IeeZcbNRSybpKYP1xQ2OvBltveT_kaypB0Pt8nRiv6LmtJfqrf=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I might be freezing. . .and unable to feel my toes or stop my teeth from chattering. . .but I never gave up and only went inside when Mom insisted. . .She often bribed me with the promise of HOT CHOCOLATE and COOKIES once I got all the cold wet clothes off and changed into something warm. . .Sitting in the big living room window, sipping the chocolate, I admired our snowmen creations and the white landscape all around them. . .secretly wanting to return outdoors because I knew here in the South, the snow wouldn't last long at all. . .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSot7WC3enIYysh68Guh50u3K6adugCWOxwk2K5JefCDpz1z_qEeYXSb1fDO6EFBLZEnBAROfaYgwgJlb64D75NywkRStI9kTrpP82DbO5pOHNW-yYssDqXzDYoN3lT_lx9qv8cW1Qx2DGWcZ_QfgKZY-4pTUKwvscEiIqUbOuZan6BfiNByrLX2tB=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSot7WC3enIYysh68Guh50u3K6adugCWOxwk2K5JefCDpz1z_qEeYXSb1fDO6EFBLZEnBAROfaYgwgJlb64D75NywkRStI9kTrpP82DbO5pOHNW-yYssDqXzDYoN3lT_lx9qv8cW1Qx2DGWcZ_QfgKZY-4pTUKwvscEiIqUbOuZan6BfiNByrLX2tB=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, I can no longer drink hot chocolate. . .or eat anything sweet or gluten. . .but John can and I have a tendency to spoil him with a dessert at every meal. . .He has such a sweet tooth. . .</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The catch is. . .he often has to endure my endless stories like the winter experiences. . .(grin again). . .</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="800" height="481" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuQmFsBNbHzlr3CbvXY4cd-s90OC9hmF8oTvti74ck-jjh2Y9xf1i2T_hFbK8RMpPQJKDevZs6BM74r_Aby-l_5qgPvagh1AqWsMj_FC1GROZ7lFrKgF4IXuSY-lrVenpDJV0iPZHLvxgOJJTPXwq9urSmYj6UX7fUxcE6aRNRZ31RDFl5yKE_R00Q=w640-h481" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It wasn't a big leap from gathering the snowman mugs and placing them on the baker's cabinet beside the painted snowman. . .to thinking about HOT CHOCOLATE COOKIES and chocolate fudge pudding to go with it. . .The recipe I based them on is below, straight from the Jet-Puffed Marshmallow website. . .but I changed it a little for my cookies. . .I had no milk chocolate chips but I did find half a bag of mini semi-sweet chocolate chips, which could symbolize the lumps of coal on the snowmen faces. . .Of course the marshmallows were "snowballs". . .I added a few more than the recipe called for. . .They toasted well and the resulting cookie also reminds us of S'mores. . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyNT62-n7zq8nRLZkrfuTb95jp0MHwmDnu8jjjK5tv2HA83cEggbqYZmF01dCOxEYbINijbfddAQK6VaUoDyUFdFBpyxjm_cV0at2GwSTnv0YoNSoSjYv1uCH-26KNgxnHeVRLhD6RY7IEEbtSPc-EG80DiikkFLvpJnE_WDYb4SWlGmn3_SQIIJzh=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="800" height="633" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyNT62-n7zq8nRLZkrfuTb95jp0MHwmDnu8jjjK5tv2HA83cEggbqYZmF01dCOxEYbINijbfddAQK6VaUoDyUFdFBpyxjm_cV0at2GwSTnv0YoNSoSjYv1uCH-26KNgxnHeVRLhD6RY7IEEbtSPc-EG80DiikkFLvpJnE_WDYb4SWlGmn3_SQIIJzh=w640-h633" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>It is hard to believe Christmas is so close. . .This holiday season is flying by fast. . .I hope you are enjoying every minute of it. . .Such a special time of the year. . . </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVOuWm4byLsXXZVEFDFbaPcGqxoVJtb5l_4Q7YRVUfeQQU96FBV4y-xu0qEWhAn-9H3fz_EeG20OCWOVsOemalUCNspyso597PahgXIj7GShqbO-5pU_zl3ejVuCcZMQtof_hbLk66gHUBBMTJMSnpIF5r_HQqlw43gt9Eu-K9wJUhkCciYs34RA7C=s320" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="213" data-original-width="320" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVOuWm4byLsXXZVEFDFbaPcGqxoVJtb5l_4Q7YRVUfeQQU96FBV4y-xu0qEWhAn-9H3fz_EeG20OCWOVsOemalUCNspyso597PahgXIj7GShqbO-5pU_zl3ejVuCcZMQtof_hbLk66gHUBBMTJMSnpIF5r_HQqlw43gt9Eu-K9wJUhkCciYs34RA7C" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-39879834833204260392021-12-08T06:00:00.001-06:002021-12-08T06:00:24.896-06:00DIY Christmas Family Tree<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCAN5skC7vuAAUj8EBarNKLa2GSs-Q01nuIUmuVZXroYB4N7m330JhIhvgLXgdx650EESMTDPe94-uPk5g0uE2Kvpw8OdXiAVJtfhduXLWXBHSx4Mk304YCWp7Kh-38crQkuUnS6MTUXgynGRukJFvwibHLOIGeAkHk4HGz8pLrCZx2ymNA5-qMgJw=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCAN5skC7vuAAUj8EBarNKLa2GSs-Q01nuIUmuVZXroYB4N7m330JhIhvgLXgdx650EESMTDPe94-uPk5g0uE2Kvpw8OdXiAVJtfhduXLWXBHSx4Mk304YCWp7Kh-38crQkuUnS6MTUXgynGRukJFvwibHLOIGeAkHk4HGz8pLrCZx2ymNA5-qMgJw=s16000" /></a></div><p>You've heard of family trees, I'm sure. . .but have you seen a Christmas family tree? . .There are a few around the blogs. . .but certainly not many. . .And I don't know why. .They are such an easy, fun project that always puts a personal touch on any tree. . .</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ9bbR0FIhUOYOUCHFCZiV4x0EU1NEQeEanXGxHt8BKeENAf6MzFMFt-dSegdRFnCPZosGeog4QvNeKQ8hKjJ1HUTBm1SueA4i-YnytJWHaOaubqHEtoOSLARRTGlSSKmOC5zYm1tNMbrmgUiuKPTBe_QraU1xSO8kBsm18ziMfmTn52Vv1d_HLiXS=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjQ9bbR0FIhUOYOUCHFCZiV4x0EU1NEQeEanXGxHt8BKeENAf6MzFMFt-dSegdRFnCPZosGeog4QvNeKQ8hKjJ1HUTBm1SueA4i-YnytJWHaOaubqHEtoOSLARRTGlSSKmOC5zYm1tNMbrmgUiuKPTBe_QraU1xSO8kBsm18ziMfmTn52Vv1d_HLiXS=s16000" /></a></div><p>I recently bought this small silver tinsel tree, reminiscent of the 1960s, at an antique store for $1. . .and thought and thought what decorations to use in keeping with the vintage style. . .Our living room this year is all about grays and whites with a little color thrown in here and there. . .I wanted to stick with neutrals for the tree. . .While bringing out decorations for other rooms, inside Grandmother's old Christmas tin I found small glass ball embellishments. I believe they were once used for corsages years and years ago. . .Perfect for the tree. . .</p><p style="text-align: center;">But it wasn't enough. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGyi0LNlTFg2oKwgMLy3wZKR8HFo_pkTrbbPGAbqx3YfBpo8CEAW8oogpekGA8g58eFJsHzzLkPOFlfV801AD8jvOT6Nj_YTemkABQrupBY3HqZsH1x5zlzeGePtD_r-1Yd7z4q-0qya7B043tYgXpjeXp7juGDvFKR0cwzkRQHB6aOCmQKZNsyXnj=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjGyi0LNlTFg2oKwgMLy3wZKR8HFo_pkTrbbPGAbqx3YfBpo8CEAW8oogpekGA8g58eFJsHzzLkPOFlfV801AD8jvOT6Nj_YTemkABQrupBY3HqZsH1x5zlzeGePtD_r-1Yd7z4q-0qya7B043tYgXpjeXp7juGDvFKR0cwzkRQHB6aOCmQKZNsyXnj=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I thought for another day or two. . .You know how sentimental I am about family. . .Grandmother's glass ornaments teased my memories. . .</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAaho4q5rnYlLIZtrX4tOZ-4ZC-OSK_YGLFTm1ATEONHTHFxWQxk6OtqujH4tz5QH8rdjRLjtpne5gFKtH1ZdICDJ-iziwMGg5GJRxcVBvUOt1oPN_rEj_DAY81JpaS6lxGzMAAJxG0hAosm6JFsT4hyCesPMgKKMeZqwqLrrMauTlY8HjfsG_9OPz=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAaho4q5rnYlLIZtrX4tOZ-4ZC-OSK_YGLFTm1ATEONHTHFxWQxk6OtqujH4tz5QH8rdjRLjtpne5gFKtH1ZdICDJ-iziwMGg5GJRxcVBvUOt1oPN_rEj_DAY81JpaS6lxGzMAAJxG0hAosm6JFsT4hyCesPMgKKMeZqwqLrrMauTlY8HjfsG_9OPz=s16000" /></a></div><br /><div>Then one morning it dawned on me. . .I had decorated a Christmas tree many years ago with tiny framed photos of the family. . .and me. . .and John. . .Took a few days to find and dust them off. . .The perfect size for our silver tree. . .What a JOY it has been, too. . .So personal and fitting for our Country Farm Home. . .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhguzUc62hSqv4q20vYMAi2mFvk8Axw4GNvwoizNzBcszB_oSrHDm0TZVv9D91anJjAeL-FXCCiGuP4QnV7uTKBT38Wfo0Jz8_oqeJWrpyM7-7ejclvyTqzBqulCaZybIrzEapb-7LvvsmIGNnqBSHN2v5iY75qBsgVrfsSRuk9VbLBTJvIqNpPs3lw=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhguzUc62hSqv4q20vYMAi2mFvk8Axw4GNvwoizNzBcszB_oSrHDm0TZVv9D91anJjAeL-FXCCiGuP4QnV7uTKBT38Wfo0Jz8_oqeJWrpyM7-7ejclvyTqzBqulCaZybIrzEapb-7LvvsmIGNnqBSHN2v5iY75qBsgVrfsSRuk9VbLBTJvIqNpPs3lw=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, a family Christmas tree doesn't require images of the past. . .There are no rules. . .Just as there are no rules on how to frame or hang them. . .But I thought I would share my secrets with you to maybe get you on your way. . .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDEDP8UyzHqTgIQfyiMXOGAya39CJKZnlai3Ru1b3q_qIwWECdtYmuDLbaIUIxGW_8uFNVH1cNdqpsHhDCoI-ESWm4bKoS2qa8URRfVgRRgOZyChHQ4yycZCH_blVVMye4DKLVFS1YNQbk1SdEw6TCCf5ldGWlW7SlYZp-0Nb_PqQZHLYGoLg3n065=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDEDP8UyzHqTgIQfyiMXOGAya39CJKZnlai3Ru1b3q_qIwWECdtYmuDLbaIUIxGW_8uFNVH1cNdqpsHhDCoI-ESWm4bKoS2qa8URRfVgRRgOZyChHQ4yycZCH_blVVMye4DKLVFS1YNQbk1SdEw6TCCf5ldGWlW7SlYZp-0Nb_PqQZHLYGoLg3n065=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>First I had to choose the photos. . .I reduced my choices to tiny images, as well as changing the color photos to black and white. . .Then I pasted them onto one page using Publisher software and printed them onto a sheet of plain printer paper because I knew I would be framing them. . .If not framing, a heavier paper will be necessary. . You might consider textured paper as well. . .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZPHgfKjRnzSz5AAO8XioNgu8batkqeA_eQkOJ91OHF1Pmt6MMjbYjwQcr8yVkq-gH6-OkiPHtma02U5C9cg1jyHhER95QzGAQ-xk6FezNRL3TReWXpfUnsfYRUYyaI8Q-7LbYCjdzRjQuiMrKZyhhKSjV8hmA5gIWHgHRkopi52S17hV4wHBLA9tZ=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="569" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZPHgfKjRnzSz5AAO8XioNgu8batkqeA_eQkOJ91OHF1Pmt6MMjbYjwQcr8yVkq-gH6-OkiPHtma02U5C9cg1jyHhER95QzGAQ-xk6FezNRL3TReWXpfUnsfYRUYyaI8Q-7LbYCjdzRjQuiMrKZyhhKSjV8hmA5gIWHgHRkopi52S17hV4wHBLA9tZ=s16000" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUNEQddfFLemstQ6w3qeS52lvNIro7G0hTqrVqOYQH_ZsCmXrm6J2BhuFcqlo5cusux7nCIlSAvLfoMTozhWc60YLHKiui4zD1Khq9qDMj_u4-AGevUUCnn0LAxep1MW8jphn1tlZIUL0YVYsc_sMPiUCYg4zMwauOdKtaHT8Gf-fL4Az5pKxZwf3E=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="800" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUNEQddfFLemstQ6w3qeS52lvNIro7G0hTqrVqOYQH_ZsCmXrm6J2BhuFcqlo5cusux7nCIlSAvLfoMTozhWc60YLHKiui4zD1Khq9qDMj_u4-AGevUUCnn0LAxep1MW8jphn1tlZIUL0YVYsc_sMPiUCYg4zMwauOdKtaHT8Gf-fL4Az5pKxZwf3E=w640-h624" width="640" /></a></div><p>After cutting out each image, I decided to use my Dad's old stash of color slide frames, sandwiching the photo with the slide matt and plain backing. . .then slipping it into the tiny frame. . .I'm not sure if you can still buy these, but it would be simple to make your own. . .cutting a matt, backing with cardboard, and framing around the square with silver craft tape.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLdwJBw1Sn31aYeIv23bt41zYEVOknkXW1F_js0tD1BE2pjrIpdquc4HhKsJfVSgaS6G-wgBLhGcEI2_2uxYMK9-3wTDNemCNjxKNYJtK1SnxIvTfqt-fwOJTtVBrKgY0mgUxVIo3bLCBink3IHaA5klnUTHseX9bly82f63ovylEx0aPEjut_zB6M=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLdwJBw1Sn31aYeIv23bt41zYEVOknkXW1F_js0tD1BE2pjrIpdquc4HhKsJfVSgaS6G-wgBLhGcEI2_2uxYMK9-3wTDNemCNjxKNYJtK1SnxIvTfqt-fwOJTtVBrKgY0mgUxVIo3bLCBink3IHaA5klnUTHseX9bly82f63ovylEx0aPEjut_zB6M=s16000" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">A ribbon loop attached to the back finishes the ornament for hanging. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjc-jpqtlP3gBiZMsXYXXvV6Uq8eFYDcYXK4RMWcQZhO7UWQUPkK82BRqTV1iaVtWDEDY53pmxfWGwrzVfSe581TymcYVMdAVb7E6AA61myHneFm5JwQ_pt2q3qaDkLj-j1ZCybTgVQzPooQJbFK9M5yF0WmEzeH6Qz1E7E98tC7DrtNLCb6HFxq3ok=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjc-jpqtlP3gBiZMsXYXXvV6Uq8eFYDcYXK4RMWcQZhO7UWQUPkK82BRqTV1iaVtWDEDY53pmxfWGwrzVfSe581TymcYVMdAVb7E6AA61myHneFm5JwQ_pt2q3qaDkLj-j1ZCybTgVQzPooQJbFK9M5yF0WmEzeH6Qz1E7E98tC7DrtNLCb6HFxq3ok=s16000" /></a></div><p>For variety, I simply placed the oblong prints into a small plastic bag, folded the excess over the back, and secured it with tape. . .adding a ribbon loop on one end. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTEoAX8GB2Oi0S7ACWXWWKqe4YiAtYYkTX2AGKQqDDXIGUdBovTSVioJFZ6y-yAYF3mgQawItQxhOhl1TrHB-DLEIzj2pQDxGFN0kEZhTXKzlobcSQblphVbHJ4sBoG8a3eQhbNkGPhoutJsz6fMfoyF4DweLe1alQAuGNWaMnsQYRIthgWnVYq0Io=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTEoAX8GB2Oi0S7ACWXWWKqe4YiAtYYkTX2AGKQqDDXIGUdBovTSVioJFZ6y-yAYF3mgQawItQxhOhl1TrHB-DLEIzj2pQDxGFN0kEZhTXKzlobcSQblphVbHJ4sBoG8a3eQhbNkGPhoutJsz6fMfoyF4DweLe1alQAuGNWaMnsQYRIthgWnVYq0Io=s16000" /></a></div><p>Of course, for a super easy project, simply print out the photos any size you wish. . .punch a hole at the top. . .add a ribbon loop. . .and hang! T<span style="text-align: center;">here is really no end to the possibilities for crafting a family tree in your own style. . .</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGxDvwsiYyViDlapdePq41SuzATW21hPrH2iwYCjRlnp8USWKgJ3V7O7G3AiFPXwG1cUn-37fuES8jMo_ukW0X6PSO_As1MUbLsmmZTN5VOasaWQ87wohaMB0RmlzgSdeZL_uwGqn9BQr8DzWVwjigAF-ZTcDCPQ6nPWQaTcPWthERPx6iID2aCLjy=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGxDvwsiYyViDlapdePq41SuzATW21hPrH2iwYCjRlnp8USWKgJ3V7O7G3AiFPXwG1cUn-37fuES8jMo_ukW0X6PSO_As1MUbLsmmZTN5VOasaWQ87wohaMB0RmlzgSdeZL_uwGqn9BQr8DzWVwjigAF-ZTcDCPQ6nPWQaTcPWthERPx6iID2aCLjy=s16000" /></a></div><p>I hope I have encouraged you to add some personal touches to your tree this year. . .It has certainly filled our living room with the Joy of sharing Christmas with our family. . .past and present. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgob4xCHl2Bl-l-39sA3iJHFyR7711NSieyLILBt1QIRokRicgwOwyr5utHkvGmK5YqkX-GowDtjJfPDgXZVMfaL1AprBY8aopEoaN7wpk4J9n7Me68_rXgdBtVCswKTDgZao6R5pWoc5GLfZ4f7YhDiMPjFiae1ThSX4hmIG_WuHFO8iJ43mVVza3Y=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgob4xCHl2Bl-l-39sA3iJHFyR7711NSieyLILBt1QIRokRicgwOwyr5utHkvGmK5YqkX-GowDtjJfPDgXZVMfaL1AprBY8aopEoaN7wpk4J9n7Me68_rXgdBtVCswKTDgZao6R5pWoc5GLfZ4f7YhDiMPjFiae1ThSX4hmIG_WuHFO8iJ43mVVza3Y=s16000" /></a></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-66485724392647390042021-12-04T06:49:00.001-06:002021-12-04T06:49:16.809-06:00A Little Whimsey For The Christmas Bath<p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMiGj3wVuv4ncHeSWjNR5j8KGQsJrs6xSgP9IDYqGBqzn8tEBpUUYQvrr0PcUuP4KDarcXIxxKm4SULJfiLhl-ExuioOvEhcijMXU2G74x_HkLNRDyQBD0jKnClbOaNxBn8nZ1jR6zig/s800/wm-IMG_7019+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMiGj3wVuv4ncHeSWjNR5j8KGQsJrs6xSgP9IDYqGBqzn8tEBpUUYQvrr0PcUuP4KDarcXIxxKm4SULJfiLhl-ExuioOvEhcijMXU2G74x_HkLNRDyQBD0jKnClbOaNxBn8nZ1jR6zig/s16000/wm-IMG_7019+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></p>I have no idea how many years I've had these whimsical little fellas. . .They never fail to delight me. . .I've displayed them all over the various homes I've lived in. . .Not every Christmas do I bring them out. . .although I do visit with them as I go through the boxes of decorations each year. . .<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xQYciRZAxCeUHzTdXt_1MeEBcnLYGHoXIPVH8O2g3dEBQdobVsSijquGD6aLkLDpT_i-s8M6RguyOJOwEIjQLFzR-1pbViYqdJsN-5GfEuvOvx9JOAGuReIzzNtXfRHv78lwDdFsokc/s800/wm-IMG_7030-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xQYciRZAxCeUHzTdXt_1MeEBcnLYGHoXIPVH8O2g3dEBQdobVsSijquGD6aLkLDpT_i-s8M6RguyOJOwEIjQLFzR-1pbViYqdJsN-5GfEuvOvx9JOAGuReIzzNtXfRHv78lwDdFsokc/s16000/wm-IMG_7030-1.jpg" /></a></div><p>They are 'vintage' decorations that never seem dated. . .especially when hung in new settings. . .such as this one in our bath. . .It's the 'view from the tub'. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1J8FWU5nMMs8MtUY7DJLRBeYBzuuOJLxslJ1UirVvuYi_e-tzHTq2Qxv8_57rmy6A2Vfel3UR5cMaIKAMqSYZi_Kl3ujOXPvvbWzoVzyFd63CqsSRX7-CBBHNjGBflDh3_Ztey_zvF9w/s800/wm-IMG_7024+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1J8FWU5nMMs8MtUY7DJLRBeYBzuuOJLxslJ1UirVvuYi_e-tzHTq2Qxv8_57rmy6A2Vfel3UR5cMaIKAMqSYZi_Kl3ujOXPvvbWzoVzyFd63CqsSRX7-CBBHNjGBflDh3_Ztey_zvF9w/s16000/wm-IMG_7024+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><p>As always, I like to keep things simple. . .borrowing a child's Santa suit from the Country Store. . .a towel from the kitchen. . .a reminder to sip hot chocolate while soaking in bubbles. . .and poinsettias gifted from a dear cousin who never forgets me at Christmas. . .Nothing else is needed. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR86jlgiinE6m-rTStNxpAcFGlq71o2Y-1SIRdSIN8l_TJ2p9xkMMaJhqclmfH-mZJgU0gKBRZIo47SZS-gMLgC3HOCa8DEqAArFPVDdGy_RW4249ibhzz6X6Dl5RYovGx0Digq41E62c/s800/wm-IMG_7022.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR86jlgiinE6m-rTStNxpAcFGlq71o2Y-1SIRdSIN8l_TJ2p9xkMMaJhqclmfH-mZJgU0gKBRZIo47SZS-gMLgC3HOCa8DEqAArFPVDdGy_RW4249ibhzz6X6Dl5RYovGx0Digq41E62c/s16000/wm-IMG_7022.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">except maybe a little Christmas music. . .a smile. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9oXa-n4hN3WWlNcB2sp8ni9Sen9Ftdiap3HKEJfswly7oWf6mbaf2vKsEEwzk6HE7McSf7tmQrGudQWTpHDl4f_8ilzQmIDHI7psmYF-9RJ5Lfge-RkSZ8CgyDa51HDMn6Efzdrn0tzQ/s800/wm-IMG_7020-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9oXa-n4hN3WWlNcB2sp8ni9Sen9Ftdiap3HKEJfswly7oWf6mbaf2vKsEEwzk6HE7McSf7tmQrGudQWTpHDl4f_8ilzQmIDHI7psmYF-9RJ5Lfge-RkSZ8CgyDa51HDMn6Efzdrn0tzQ/s16000/wm-IMG_7020-1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-10451634442497581852021-12-02T12:17:00.001-06:002021-12-02T12:17:25.811-06:00What A Prim And Proper Christmas Kitchen<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNqiDc0UrZ5MelEAoxYJDl0CzEXAdRqcQgtDTKmFrDoAMHmHnry_WhCCjoHv5iLJ84-nyDlRP-fHL7PJqYJFt8eQXM07qvFuu-yNx9IRaEnwsB2naC5oS8nhjNGrETF1tIvOH1vxCkK4IH7aJHf85rSXqdBdV1IVAw8_i9cEDRPQICWHBwlLenzc0m=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNqiDc0UrZ5MelEAoxYJDl0CzEXAdRqcQgtDTKmFrDoAMHmHnry_WhCCjoHv5iLJ84-nyDlRP-fHL7PJqYJFt8eQXM07qvFuu-yNx9IRaEnwsB2naC5oS8nhjNGrETF1tIvOH1vxCkK4IH7aJHf85rSXqdBdV1IVAw8_i9cEDRPQICWHBwlLenzc0m=s16000" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: justify;">Truly a prim and proper Christmas kitchen. . .and just the way so many Delta farmer's kitchen looked in the days of numerous tenant and farm houses up and down the gravel road that fronted our <a href="https://duncanfarmstead.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">DUNCAN FARMSTEAD</a>. . .If I ever buy another farmhouse to renovate and decorate, the kitchen will look much like this one. . .I'll hide all the modern conveniences and enjoy life during the early twentieth century. . .In fact, I have already sketched the plans. . . </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMl7iN3pMSmZW1e6UEYp2pLZYDUHyxDYlpujKSZRabzn_Tk_9p0OtsEIX4KJiCDfpJNVDEteiHNbq1i85xQNZA5QjN3fMIdVRqjyEhgb_B7AH2ec52R-RPzSodxE8kJzGYyYx16b886AiuITuZVZdaMHA79_1wdGUBp-lBusOH7wHCVGw5O66fIYyl=s16000" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Out of dozens and dozens of photographs of the White House Creations store in Bernie, Missouri, I chose the ones of Dottie's kitchen to share the last post for this year about her shop. . .for it is probably my favorite area to visit. . .It is so on target for the several houses I visited years ago where some of our farm workers lived. . .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Notice the long counter with cotton sacking curtains below. . .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTkUTK4i4R4UbdgFMH-FQZyjZcYzaRKgLG1pk7GZALG9ew1BLJ_E3h8FMnooCc5ka9ZTCqdKu87A2KM4ZlcpD1Ho11qhEKBu2f33qAklwF1-AqD6JhuA7rG7W-_mRijspdVThxyavBl2kKb56bW-XXVoOWAitRcxoYaEyrgjGeYpSp5uniIdxVeqPz=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTkUTK4i4R4UbdgFMH-FQZyjZcYzaRKgLG1pk7GZALG9ew1BLJ_E3h8FMnooCc5ka9ZTCqdKu87A2KM4ZlcpD1Ho11qhEKBu2f33qAklwF1-AqD6JhuA7rG7W-_mRijspdVThxyavBl2kKb56bW-XXVoOWAitRcxoYaEyrgjGeYpSp5uniIdxVeqPz=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Make-do shelves. . .sometimes made from wooden crates that the local groceries threw away. . .</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhbBFdWoa7Ns-fvZWL5q46gDlJU0lksBx5KpTHYFbe2jEBl8V38DSQhNsphAx3e74WVRa2bO_lKLFFKZmABquY0bF_BX4FgyuH0UmwaylIlmZxerAQ2TRpeQf6WROGeCu4Wx1ixU08PY7b3SrELd8w_JD-7D_yRhgxvqN-mZkQATkKieChY9KDT_cFO=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">More often than not, clean dishes sat drying beside the sink for the next meal. . .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDi7fnfmDFtSRiTuO47vZ5VXQ7Q_Z2qy-WaXVtAUPKCN8xdRh2cgfIF2A_it6i_E3EDm4fEG3MwGjTv1e-1oB4gOfCr5YH4IYZOx44oq9-gjhomoMJBlT3HOfRA8x9wF0crcyvsUoRzGXnfwn_Fy5UlSh-t9JitPZBcSqymy0Uim6i6SqFP_cmLNfg=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDi7fnfmDFtSRiTuO47vZ5VXQ7Q_Z2qy-WaXVtAUPKCN8xdRh2cgfIF2A_it6i_E3EDm4fEG3MwGjTv1e-1oB4gOfCr5YH4IYZOx44oq9-gjhomoMJBlT3HOfRA8x9wF0crcyvsUoRzGXnfwn_Fy5UlSh-t9JitPZBcSqymy0Uim6i6SqFP_cmLNfg=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And. . .always canned goods composed the main source of vegetables and fruit for the winter. . .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love the added touches of Christmas. . .sprinkled around by Dottie and her loyal "elf" helpers (several local ladies who love to decorate). . .It is so festive with the greenery. . .the old-fashioned lanterns. . .gingerbread and such. . .I could easily enjoy sitting down at the table for a country Christmas dinner in this setting from the past. . .</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigFq202iI-sTDM_NEPTso4OyxTQy7t6SokYbhsPBwF99n-FbGtF0OAPIFUu1d_Ce7uPv6R7RR5CxacX74uGeW_AKSzXdEOD13A7MY3QakbOKZ2_huVtK_8MwLQPm5feH8WM1yZ5BXQtewpackEVOdZnQs5opuQananZ-r29V1ayvP7OGoflfgU2lJ9=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigFq202iI-sTDM_NEPTso4OyxTQy7t6SokYbhsPBwF99n-FbGtF0OAPIFUu1d_Ce7uPv6R7RR5CxacX74uGeW_AKSzXdEOD13A7MY3QakbOKZ2_huVtK_8MwLQPm5feH8WM1yZ5BXQtewpackEVOdZnQs5opuQananZ-r29V1ayvP7OGoflfgU2lJ9=s16000" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Come to think of it, I don't have to buy another farmhouse to get a prim Delta kitchen. . .I just remembered we have two shotgun farmhouses that have not been finished on the interior and are open canvases for creating some farmhouse style rooms. . .I may get busy and put together another country kitchen in one of them such as this. . .One that I could actually use for special occasions. . .Wouldn't that be fun? . .I would also have the opportunity to buy more of Dottie's wonderful handmade furniture. . .Hmmmm. . .<span style="text-align: center;">"Oh. . .John Dear. . .I have an idea. . ." (grin)</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As always, I am obviously inspired by White House Creations. . .I hope you are, too. . .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglhTfxLdOKE0M0Vk4-GO29B6TeU3J7YxyMqU6UxyVK69y40vjJwNWQXZa4uzYf-iP6Ed73WeYNy-aJEtxnvq6C7qDgnTVNuzAHFcOp-mdwX30LNYD40jsGqtXH_um4gM1qXaqSLpsWNPW9hWqI2-rCUYdQU18CiPzSs4xbYUE6Ya34-9y0CT4qhPsK=s800" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEglhTfxLdOKE0M0Vk4-GO29B6TeU3J7YxyMqU6UxyVK69y40vjJwNWQXZa4uzYf-iP6Ed73WeYNy-aJEtxnvq6C7qDgnTVNuzAHFcOp-mdwX30LNYD40jsGqtXH_um4gM1qXaqSLpsWNPW9hWqI2-rCUYdQU18CiPzSs4xbYUE6Ya34-9y0CT4qhPsK=s16000" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If you didn't see and read the post at <a href="https://duncanfarmstead.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">DUNCAN FARMSTEAD</a> about her Christmas log cabin, don't wait another minute to go there! You can't miss this porch and the story behind it. . .</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://duncanfarmstead.blogspot.com/2021/11/christmas-comes-to-delta-log-cabin.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">CHRISTMAS COMES TO A DELTA LOG CABIN</span></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Find the details of where to visit White House Creations at: <a href="https://thecountryfarmhome.blogspot.com/2021/11/the-gathering-christmas-at-dotties-this.html" target="_blank">THE CHRISTMAS GATHERING</a></div><div><br /></div><div>We wish Dottie and all her elves a very HAPPY HOLIDAY SEASON. . .AND BLESSINGS FOR THE NEW YEAR. . .and MANY THANKS for her WONDERFUL SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY. . .as we venture on next to our own COUNTRY FARM HOME CHRISTMAS. . .and some current farm style decor. . .See you there. . .in a day or two!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNJEF8BStG7kASijeJEqb13A5rrTcITtD0mJ-BRkZ3o0jjC7cHD_m8CDSm9Z1XdNG9bmbtsP1b52cYrce2QvcIKrEbUrtQP23JM5rz0H0DNcGd79yy1SNjkq5TY3tYyg2huUcAc6Dvr4i_oLhUegQ5Utn5aBvu97l8-5UU5YyTfo-c9V5CutGDCEQq=s500" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HFjMmJB9nvnegH5wwYygi7-sobBnBpUGSIFMX4crRpSCV6FayWAX-17tJUTp2Q73lKxtdZYQE0eikhjqk-fKR9ApRAIdxoLHNxmTfZmRByfx-qrPD4rGEdmEep4vjRgBLiO272DvMgs/s16000/wm-IMG_8170.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Sometimes 'simple' makes a bigger statement than any other. . .</p><p>I'm back with more photos from White House Creations in Bernie, Missouri, looking for more inspiration. . .I am never disappointed. . .and have become very aware that even for our Farmhouse Style, the simplicity of everyday red stockings captures the Spirit of Santa better than any of my choices in the past. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_B8z97yB5wJfTBOcyFOVno7v5R6Xt0FxpcQowAevypkFWLjP0yVNrB7m4APwNs4rOn5HDKRDFXOy5wp-VF6lXtBhcw47_zmvveqr76_EwQs1OSDJ0phe-I79ZRaQ1LYZMdYb-GGXJXtk/s800/wm-IMG_8165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_B8z97yB5wJfTBOcyFOVno7v5R6Xt0FxpcQowAevypkFWLjP0yVNrB7m4APwNs4rOn5HDKRDFXOy5wp-VF6lXtBhcw47_zmvveqr76_EwQs1OSDJ0phe-I79ZRaQ1LYZMdYb-GGXJXtk/s16000/wm-IMG_8165.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Now. . .Why didn't I think of this? . .Totally traditional. . .definitely bringing thoughts of past Christmases on the farm. . .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaM1IXbSgy4OpZpqquzezLvO-Sal0cdoPUjMvEfJ9JNA-RjCMsjhoaBIt_LzGG290YhwLnU_h77DO3OEPwltru6WSaYmfDRvAEz28ZUlsIg6LviYh-xzP2X7kVreAqDPeSBffAzv6P0Yo/s800/wm-IMG_8177+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaM1IXbSgy4OpZpqquzezLvO-Sal0cdoPUjMvEfJ9JNA-RjCMsjhoaBIt_LzGG290YhwLnU_h77DO3OEPwltru6WSaYmfDRvAEz28ZUlsIg6LviYh-xzP2X7kVreAqDPeSBffAzv6P0Yo/s16000/wm-IMG_8177+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><p>For many years we never had anything else but stockings from the sock drawer for Santa to fill. . .To be truthful, they usually were Daddy's biggest socks and definitely not red. . .It wasn't until I was maybe six or so that my Grandmother Duncan gifted us with felt stockings, shiny and glittery with embellishments. . .They were big and deep. . .making us very happy since Santa had to fill them with many more goodies than normal. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZQm6WN4jvu26MaxMhrHPIZrPkKfDgxaLjTuD_HjX5TVvfGCWA8vLwnLQM4M_Nx74CGUG7VQqlxQIigJyMWnWGFSmOkpNLIoM-tWsAByK6xmx4BfMxrjkyQc54sRmzyitY5-y7bfRc6k/s800/wm-IMG_8135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZQm6WN4jvu26MaxMhrHPIZrPkKfDgxaLjTuD_HjX5TVvfGCWA8vLwnLQM4M_Nx74CGUG7VQqlxQIigJyMWnWGFSmOkpNLIoM-tWsAByK6xmx4BfMxrjkyQc54sRmzyitY5-y7bfRc6k/s16000/wm-IMG_8135.jpg" /></a></div><p>But. . .now in my adulthood. . .memories of those everyday stockings, carefully hung Christmas Eve night where Santa would be sure to find them, bring a smile. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wBoiPU2iLpXq2GBwxaP-EciH0VopV7WuGZHJKIxmZKAel2cFm4Z_Sg1wvS2Y4zO9ECwszj2uGMs0VtB5JcXvVEzJGLAdEH8xT5Ysv2G1SDWte0Yp8lsWNg62OAQ4F-LxwOHydR7n_hI/s800/wm-IMG_8154-2+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wBoiPU2iLpXq2GBwxaP-EciH0VopV7WuGZHJKIxmZKAel2cFm4Z_Sg1wvS2Y4zO9ECwszj2uGMs0VtB5JcXvVEzJGLAdEH8xT5Ysv2G1SDWte0Yp8lsWNg62OAQ4F-LxwOHydR7n_hI/s16000/wm-IMG_8154-2+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Their contents on Christmas morning would appall most these days. . .but we were thrilled to find apples, oranges, nuts and candy. . .In fact, Christmas was about the only time during the year that we had real oranges. . .We found them sweet and delicious and a Christmas treat. . .</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You can just imagine how bumpy those knit stockings looked, hanging plump and full. . .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHRjj9KwVj9qWcLwkMplL74GtupO_27NZWA935hmCNRDkmQGXfIb0IHqE5hGRXpVpmZbT7A7uJbc1t5IFrb7jgEWo7fpcx6Z2e9Og8imI0eNVr6DqLnbG9_XUO4RWthcDlrFzyj7XIHg/s800/wm_IMG_8126+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="619" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHRjj9KwVj9qWcLwkMplL74GtupO_27NZWA935hmCNRDkmQGXfIb0IHqE5hGRXpVpmZbT7A7uJbc1t5IFrb7jgEWo7fpcx6Z2e9Og8imI0eNVr6DqLnbG9_XUO4RWthcDlrFzyj7XIHg/s16000/wm_IMG_8126+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><p>Everywhere I looked, Dottie inspired my stocking revelation more. . .even in her log cabin, 'simple' made a statement that was undeniable. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ehs3-ye5t_3eDBkAtfwpD_lLlfrd3g7GikXCFr-c6dCX4eTWdfOhQDYjuCXdkBD8L6A_Dz0LA96THnaxBQLFmkgZrx5UOOsyBAMQOifN82xLH55GJt-90KrlS8x_4WfEujEvNwZmjuA/s800/wm-IMG_8231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ehs3-ye5t_3eDBkAtfwpD_lLlfrd3g7GikXCFr-c6dCX4eTWdfOhQDYjuCXdkBD8L6A_Dz0LA96THnaxBQLFmkgZrx5UOOsyBAMQOifN82xLH55GJt-90KrlS8x_4WfEujEvNwZmjuA/s16000/wm-IMG_8231.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This was Christmas as I have always seen it in my memories. . .and will be easily incorporated into the farmhouse style. . .without taking away any of the more contemporary look. . .After all. . .less is more even now!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIFVR4_IF2LvrxWZEJDs3_WpAodgfuoo1X4JorKs57ZGmolZfl8M7iCoHlj9LSZnEmdnSCAQZPpGsJtPDH-LeaynkobX0MR8z8yPy2Z4EY4RX3Nw0oJulVU7b7govMHJLz9DBDGX61hs/s800/IMG_8057+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghIFVR4_IF2LvrxWZEJDs3_WpAodgfuoo1X4JorKs57ZGmolZfl8M7iCoHlj9LSZnEmdnSCAQZPpGsJtPDH-LeaynkobX0MR8z8yPy2Z4EY4RX3Nw0oJulVU7b7govMHJLz9DBDGX61hs/s16000/IMG_8057+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p>It is no secret where my absolutely favorite place to shop is found. . .especially at Christmas. . .<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Whitehouse-Creations-563112467041819" target="_blank">WHITE HOUSE CREATIONS</a> in a little town called Bernie. . .That's in the Missouri Bootheel for those of you who are not familiar with the area. . .on Highway 25 South of Dexter. . .</p><p style="text-align: center;">And this Saturday, Dottie will be hosting her annual Christmas Open House!</p><p>She calls it "The Gathering". . .and it certainly is. . .People come from Tennessee, Kentucky, Ohio, Georgia and many, many other states each year, pulling trailers to load up with her beautiful creations. . .This year guests will be treated with at least seven other vendors on the grounds. . .and there will be hamburgers and hot dogs cooked right there so that you can continue shopping after a quick lunch. . .</p><p>As always, Dottie will be offering 20% discount on everything. . .And just look at a few photos I snapped yesterday as they continued to move in more and more goodies. . .</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px; transition-property: none !important;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; color: var(--primary-text); display: block; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; line-height: 1.3333; max-width: 100%; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; word-break: break-word;"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important; white-space: pre-wrap;"><blockquote><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none !important; font-family: inherit; transition-property: none !important;">"Scheduled for November 13 the 9:00 to 4:00. Everything store wide will be 20%off excluding special orders or items needing to be shipped.<span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">There will be outside vendors also which some will not be set up to take credit or debit cards so be prepared to bring cash or checks. </span><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">And of course will be having hamburgers and hotdogs cooked by Steve , Kelley and Ryan! </span><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">Please join us for this yearly celebration!" <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Whitehouse-Creations-563112467041819" target="_blank">CLICK HERE FOR WHC FACEBOOK</a></span></div></blockquote></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfelOsCxQfw41eXD85DfEi5T6U90CzscuhsqPxMG9j8eir5CAo2u3xTZ5Uc4NklrGR8iUwfmL1FgZ0qAZjQMJqNCiRaZZjZdgGftPouKbrjzBYgs8GHnRZibvFA6TJ1O0UsRpCvAknzJ8/s531/IMG_8061+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfelOsCxQfw41eXD85DfEi5T6U90CzscuhsqPxMG9j8eir5CAo2u3xTZ5Uc4NklrGR8iUwfmL1FgZ0qAZjQMJqNCiRaZZjZdgGftPouKbrjzBYgs8GHnRZibvFA6TJ1O0UsRpCvAknzJ8/s16000/IMG_8061+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My suggestion?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Get in you car, truck, van.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Head to Bernie, MO very early with your coffee cup in hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Visit with the crowd of fellow shoppers, waiting for the opening.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Experience a unique Christmas experience that you will never forget!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here's another tip:</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you see something you like, grab it. . .</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't wait. . </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't hesitate. . .</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or that treasure may be missing when you return!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SEE YOU THERE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0EppYDoHtluTc8m6mB0GsqrApJDoulEBUqkAaSFNCqik461Cn5eaKcKvwS87I6fE5cBgqD8I_xx7B1dMrS0F0ZO53PJ5cWOJdEh9S4-Wv0pFU_N2AeSR2_1SucfzdD-9Y1xnqvgEPqY/s500/bf_fmrsDau2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="500" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0EppYDoHtluTc8m6mB0GsqrApJDoulEBUqkAaSFNCqik461Cn5eaKcKvwS87I6fE5cBgqD8I_xx7B1dMrS0F0ZO53PJ5cWOJdEh9S4-Wv0pFU_N2AeSR2_1SucfzdD-9Y1xnqvgEPqY/s320/bf_fmrsDau2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-15653207116099210492021-11-08T13:53:00.002-06:002021-11-09T13:47:56.973-06:00A Prim, Rustic, or Farmhouse Setting<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfweOT4Qug55OdlHf0CjHWad6Zjn6cJOzidpKjshAfLr_Yy_UaVGMSIQkKb75jrO-i9HV7FLnGdKzR866gVApJHY4vL7MKLX4WQZ0crIvjW7MH7wkvAovNPuQxFJwLSyHtj9zoaU7Tbc/s800/wmIMG_8000+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfweOT4Qug55OdlHf0CjHWad6Zjn6cJOzidpKjshAfLr_Yy_UaVGMSIQkKb75jrO-i9HV7FLnGdKzR866gVApJHY4vL7MKLX4WQZ0crIvjW7MH7wkvAovNPuQxFJwLSyHtj9zoaU7Tbc/s16000/wmIMG_8000+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>It is turning colder. . .definite signs of fall with winter on its tails. . .As soon as there's a chill in the air, I bring out some chosen miniature log cabins to add to the autumn settings. . .I think you can see why this one is my favorite. . .<p></p><p>No. . .this isn't The Country Farm Home. . .Well. . .maybe you could call it The Country Farm Home II. . .It is our weekend home in Ste. Genevieve, Missouri. . .where I have recently decided to redecorate using the basic color palette of our farmhouse. . .the "cotton palette" I call it. . .whites. . .neutrals. . .grays. . .blacks. . .I haven't had the time. . .so far. . .to do much. . .except set up a few vignettes for a test run. . .Thought I'd share this one with you. . .because. . .I really like it. . .and can see my plans will give drama and simplicity to our get-away. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAFDt5QO2RetrLjJqGF6PXDJcPMU2iKLLfc2FzQ-Pe8L1VTscq2ekSwX-T_VxVZLRIv5uO2yYusS-TAGe4kgzY7EzyA_Lkm8z56Kk4XuJbvL1G7YqBveMj5grp38YK4X_qLfUfntxcWM/s800/wmIMG_7993+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAFDt5QO2RetrLjJqGF6PXDJcPMU2iKLLfc2FzQ-Pe8L1VTscq2ekSwX-T_VxVZLRIv5uO2yYusS-TAGe4kgzY7EzyA_Lkm8z56Kk4XuJbvL1G7YqBveMj5grp38YK4X_qLfUfntxcWM/s16000/wmIMG_7993+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>It seems that as much as I try new ideas and styles. . .I always come back to what I know and love. . .And each time it gives me the sense of coming home. . .</p><p>So I guess I'll stick to the same basic plan. . .but with more prim and rustic with a little farmhouse thrown in. . .It will be next summer's project. . .Seems like a long way off. . .but it will be here in no time. . .Besides. . .looking on the bright side. . .I have a whole winter to plan and gather and dream!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QtrirqJXOVtKHDdpHGvQ5c1o3dM8IVx-SunzIkt72HYMLZLgM81b1HL_YZJsdmzNC1iD0vuynTyJGse30Me1W7gA72n7RNAJNsIo9a0wEhnJRYJZEzgmwy7fsktEfTUEz5eNum9e_nM/s800/wmIMG_7976+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QtrirqJXOVtKHDdpHGvQ5c1o3dM8IVx-SunzIkt72HYMLZLgM81b1HL_YZJsdmzNC1iD0vuynTyJGse30Me1W7gA72n7RNAJNsIo9a0wEhnJRYJZEzgmwy7fsktEfTUEz5eNum9e_nM/s16000/wmIMG_7976+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4egph3N6-DsDP4lCfHZGhfa8Rpas4Uo2ZTjtTjo_O28d_UgCGl_9sCMx7RUQErW-HrzCmRAV-Bq1hw0D88aFUJw9nezaoaPnFmSy4CW4slfyfl6fMQvtSCjOdbIq_4kM37rPPgDjLWbA/s16000/DSC00236+%25284%2529-800.JPG" /></a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p>The title is a little misleading, I know. . .You were expecting a modern day linen cabinet of fluffy, thick bath towels and crisp, white sheets perfectly folded. . .Right? . .Well, this one is different. . .This make-do cabinet in our living room is full of vintage linens and cotton sacking. . .of fabrics from the 1930s. . .of old lace and cotton string. . .I've shown you this cabinet before. . .It has been around for several years. . .</p><p>But. . .that's not the story. . .</p><p>It all began when I gazed up at it over my morning coffee. . .A disaster. . .an absolute disaster. . .The piles of linen were no longer piles. . .the string and hemp rolls were a tangled mess. . .the extras were stuffed everywhere. . .So. . .once the coffee cup was empty, I couldn't stand it any longer. . .I set out to organize the shelves once more. . .</p><p>But. . .that's not the story either. . .<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnCqtzvBaNQyXwfuwQXrihMUgpPB9Q3PmveoGV5yeBeYgjp2jRvsYHzm5dhM47flvT4C1gfUvcpyzJKfXH7ToVQLMHe3tLq-d-H8py-Jk_DD0KBIBWjxzzZNaaRYCT__p67t3v8Tiq5M/s800/DSC00236+%25285%2529-800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnCqtzvBaNQyXwfuwQXrihMUgpPB9Q3PmveoGV5yeBeYgjp2jRvsYHzm5dhM47flvT4C1gfUvcpyzJKfXH7ToVQLMHe3tLq-d-H8py-Jk_DD0KBIBWjxzzZNaaRYCT__p67t3v8Tiq5M/s16000/DSC00236+%25285%2529-800.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The story is. . .something many of you already know. . .I surround myself in memories. . .in family history. . .in my history. . .Not that I don't live in the present, making memories for the future. . .I do. . .But my joy in life is living with ALL of my life. . .past and present and future hopes and dreams. . .Nothing proves this more than this simple little vignette. . .inside the linen cabinet. . .</p><p>An old cardboard suitcase, all stained and rusty. . .that once held homemade clothes for my favorite doll "Princess". . .A roll of age-spotted white bias tape. . .from my Grandmother Duncan's sewing room where she created gorgeous evening wear during the 1950s and 60s for her loyal customers. . .Folds of drapery pleating tape. . .found in Mother's sewing supplies from the 1980s when she made her own drapes to save money. . .and last but not least, the penned quill John made for me to use at the Greenhow Store in Colonial Williamsburg, where we worked twenty years ago. . .<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Gk7IR2CNrqlARgDhEQNxclu1d9UOMPrS0RvjnDPGht5C43t_EfWJtW0Ddz_E7IkSzp7gSTCF4Vb7fErAZwV8iCPNa8j8duFpWqQit4AG2l8D8gJTs2VO8CwtALIUUKEDlBnIbatdkcs/s800/DSC00241+%25285%2529-800.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Gk7IR2CNrqlARgDhEQNxclu1d9UOMPrS0RvjnDPGht5C43t_EfWJtW0Ddz_E7IkSzp7gSTCF4Vb7fErAZwV8iCPNa8j8duFpWqQit4AG2l8D8gJTs2VO8CwtALIUUKEDlBnIbatdkcs/s16000/DSC00241+%25285%2529-800.JPG" /></a></p><p>Not a single one is worth anything to anyone else. . .only myself. . .and the fact that it makes a great photo op. . .But I have spent the entire morning being surrounded by the LOVE that it represents. . .</p><p>Maybe I am too sentimental. . .but it sure does make the day go better to be wrapped in HUGS from my past. . .If only for a few moments. . .</p><p>I hope you will stop for a few moments and do the same. . .Think of those who have made loving differences in your life. . .and let them hug you. . .The rewards will most certainly make for a great day ahead. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtPNft-KTGJpwu7XCVg7r3nTkk4Haqt3CDWUbhpcY0rPnMRrGh52iFhmrugz0CrEqmDusKaPIvMkWS-rG_LVgB9DYh7q__xWj-y1Est2MB8L0cZjbzofLhi2oY-sx36OwFfEzT9aHj7c/s800/ip_tag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKtPNft-KTGJpwu7XCVg7r3nTkk4Haqt3CDWUbhpcY0rPnMRrGh52iFhmrugz0CrEqmDusKaPIvMkWS-rG_LVgB9DYh7q__xWj-y1Est2MB8L0cZjbzofLhi2oY-sx36OwFfEzT9aHj7c/s16000/ip_tag.jpg" /></a></div><br />The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-19310152862401375122021-07-06T12:23:00.000-05:002021-07-06T12:23:07.588-05:00Queen Anne's Lace For The Farmhouse <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy06cGQKNXJBrCCM9ZnzwMeV1fCA73XCubpOFPmJ94gwfvmtKMuvWBq3BTbm_K7-qdMnp7Bmg8stlqLDZ4zouro9s7WJ6YbFBWTSRhT3Yk1gcsd2efk6PDGPnSAJOJGUxDPctSXhWlDGM/s800/DSC02644+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy06cGQKNXJBrCCM9ZnzwMeV1fCA73XCubpOFPmJ94gwfvmtKMuvWBq3BTbm_K7-qdMnp7Bmg8stlqLDZ4zouro9s7WJ6YbFBWTSRhT3Yk1gcsd2efk6PDGPnSAJOJGUxDPctSXhWlDGM/s16000/DSC02644+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div> <p></p><p>It's time to get on your walking shoes. . .grab a pair of hand clippers and a bucket of water. . .and find the nearest place to home for gathering Queen Anne's Lace wildflowers. . .Depending on your part of the country, this is the time of the year when it seems vacant fields and ditch banks are filled with an abundance of the dainty, fragile-looking flowers that can add so much to your farmhouse decor. . .And if you dry them, you can enjoy their beauty for many more months. . .</p><p>Some of the simplest farmhouse settings include the make-do items such as old soda bottles found around the farm. . .and the free wild flowers of Queen Anne's Lace. . <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2h6zsmea6OrzRjU3bNK5LShDsLxlT2Tjuz8V6Casv436c-Cx-CAUTDvYPJ62sjLLznh51739nBjSonHeypuXlVuMv9W-PgYk3TR86C9j45X9UUfDGflngHCdgG7eYmZtPZb_3n24kqs/s800/DSC02642+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2h6zsmea6OrzRjU3bNK5LShDsLxlT2Tjuz8V6Casv436c-Cx-CAUTDvYPJ62sjLLznh51739nBjSonHeypuXlVuMv9W-PgYk3TR86C9j45X9UUfDGflngHCdgG7eYmZtPZb_3n24kqs/s16000/DSC02642+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><p>It's true. . .I have written about these flowers before. . .and shown
you how to preserve their beauty. . .but it's been several years. . .
and I thought it might be time for a refresher course. . .</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHKtO1pTrkFZ5BGeeug4sMlKNwNI1TaNrLC9XPOcST9dJlbLC7_4N4M6B8-NC9SH8x3cZf7_HtrKa_49SJ4GPxzwZhU5Z20anjFUFSEPjJQnsoF9KOmOzPEunQWa8KVTiaXbiqHOUyqs/s795/BeFunky_DSC02693.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="795" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHKtO1pTrkFZ5BGeeug4sMlKNwNI1TaNrLC9XPOcST9dJlbLC7_4N4M6B8-NC9SH8x3cZf7_HtrKa_49SJ4GPxzwZhU5Z20anjFUFSEPjJQnsoF9KOmOzPEunQWa8KVTiaXbiqHOUyqs/s16000/BeFunky_DSC02693.jpg.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p>Whether you plan to use the Queen Anne's Lace fresh or bring some home for drying, carrying a big jar or bucket of water is a
must for immediately placing the stems after cutting. . .If you don't. . .by the time you get back to
the farmhouse they will have drawn into a ball, and you'll never get them flattened out. . .I often allow a few to dry that way, though, for a little extra interest. <br /></p><p>My technique for drying is very simple. . . .I use canning jars and newspaper!!! . . .I have found that empty pint canning jars are just heavy enough to keep the head from curling but not so heavy that they mash the bloom too flat. . .</p><p>Spread newspaper on a
table in a warm place. . . .Then place a flower head upside down on the newspaper. . . .Add another head beside
it, sharing a canning jar between them. . . .Support the stems between the jars. . .Allow to dry. . .Here in our hot, hot summer, it only takes a day or so. . .</p><p>Remove the jars. . .For added protection, you can spray the heads with hair spray or other clear spray. . .but not so close that you blow the tiny blooms away!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Now. . .wasn't that simple?</p><p style="text-align: center;">If you are interested in dying some Queen Anne's Lace, I have those links on Pinterest or try the Search box on the right hand column. . .<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SJvQUS8lKFDq2nkl3Gpj3FXfPWKNBMtisWbZPk7GDGOrExrjVsplnifRJt26TX5bB8yyVHuLCfi34YwAS-HnNPUGQmI6VtZ3UFyhmOnSehzhg-D0GiJDYWI2FraD9JeZoadZ9m-76c4/s316/overalls_backwithhanky.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SJvQUS8lKFDq2nkl3Gpj3FXfPWKNBMtisWbZPk7GDGOrExrjVsplnifRJt26TX5bB8yyVHuLCfi34YwAS-HnNPUGQmI6VtZ3UFyhmOnSehzhg-D0GiJDYWI2FraD9JeZoadZ9m-76c4/w317-h320/overalls_backwithhanky.jpg" width="317" /></a></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br />
</p><p></p>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-46687425976990454722021-05-22T08:51:00.000-05:002021-05-22T08:51:12.276-05:00. . .from my farmhouse to yours. . .<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Wvfo3Iq6rWSdo1G3ES2cDjgDj__Vnj1ntwbJXAP1vNv406BGSbrpfVHzbTdm2MYex5oV9vQLAHgSSLFm6CrihG4LEXU-5Jx-raGEGpgUwGeMrUPi9Hh__TzhB_rV_kih28K4l4heleA/s636/pm_DSC05984+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="596" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Wvfo3Iq6rWSdo1G3ES2cDjgDj__Vnj1ntwbJXAP1vNv406BGSbrpfVHzbTdm2MYex5oV9vQLAHgSSLFm6CrihG4LEXU-5Jx-raGEGpgUwGeMrUPi9Hh__TzhB_rV_kih28K4l4heleA/s16000/pm_DSC05984+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a> <br /></p><p>It's been almost ten years since I wrote my first post on this blog. . .I had no idea what I was doing. . .What I did know was that I wanted to share with you our very unique cotton farm as we brought Granddaddy's dream back to life. . .We had pretty much renovated most of the farm buildings and were already giving tours of the farm by appointment. . .School children enjoyed living history on their visits. . .Older groups reminisced. . .Donations were coming in by the dozens. . .All that had to be finished was our Country Farm Home. . .As with the cobblers children's shoes, we had saved our own needs for last. . .John and I decided it would be fun to document our progress with the Country Farm Home blog. . .and so. . .here we are ten years later. . .Our 1930s farm manager's home has been finished for several years. . .We have been so surprised at the response and interest in it. . .It has been featured in magazines, on Arkansas PBS, and other media. . .</p><p>But our home wasn't the only thing we shared with you. . .There were stories of my amazing cat Boo, who fought Addison's disease for many years and was on a special research project to find a cure. . .There were the rag rug looms that suddenly became a cottage industry--we sold them all over the world. . .There were holidays and lazy days and special days featured. . .Open hearth cooking. . .Numerous family recipes shared. . .We dressed in about every era costume from the 18th to the 20th centuries. . .We even had a wedding or two here. . .One blog became three. . .It just went on and on. . .Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think any of this would happen. . .My only wish from the beginning was to share our life on this Delta farm. . .I wanted you to come in and sit a while through my photos and writings. . .to feel the warmth. . .the love. . .the history. . .family. . .maybe even inspiring you a little along the way. . .'from my farmhouse to yours. . .'<br /></p><p>As with so many things in life, blessings mostly come unexpectedly. . .One such blessing that has meant the world to both of us, was in a surprise comment written in February on the <a href="https://thecountryfarmhome.blogspot.com/2021/02/gone-to-farm.html" target="_blank">GONE TO THE FARM</a> post. . .I almost missed it and so glad I didn't. . .It brought tears. . .</p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T7srhIVIGW_b9IUAcOpL6PbY0q__JtJBBf-P8ah1yG3G77Q1w-z-Ln8zyu9nb0kIGACpeBnZu8wJamiMPFs1qCfG-VL4ey9Wz7NA-6StWMAIlf8YgeHwsIVp0wto2GYB5dXK3RPCbK8/s1632/DSC00540.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1224" data-original-width="1632" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2T7srhIVIGW_b9IUAcOpL6PbY0q__JtJBBf-P8ah1yG3G77Q1w-z-Ln8zyu9nb0kIGACpeBnZu8wJamiMPFs1qCfG-VL4ey9Wz7NA-6StWMAIlf8YgeHwsIVp0wto2GYB5dXK3RPCbK8/w640-h480/DSC00540.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p></p><p>Winnie, I hope you don't mind me sharing your heart-felt blessing to us. . .<br /></p><p><span></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dru, I have been following your blogs for years but
never really comment. I am also a subscriber to Country Rustic Magazine
and have been loving all of the articles you provide! I want to
thank-you for the many wonderful ideas, thoughts, recipes, bits of
history and the details of what it is like to be the Farmer;s daughter
of the Delta. I would be remiss if I also don't mention that your story
of kitty, Boo, was near and dear to my heart, and when you lost him, I
had recently loss my kitty Bump. Your story and memorial that you did
on Boo was the dearest and most beautifully said tribute. I cried at
every word that someone else knew how it felt to lose a special Kitty
and you were able to put in words what my broken heart only felt and
knew. Today, I rush to hear more about M. LaShay and his reign of your
homes. He is a blessing to me because I get to hear about what moving
on looks like and the joy that comes when a new furry friend takes over.
So, thank-you again for your sharing of Kitties in your many articles
posted on your blogs.
This new post really tugged at my heartstrings because of it's
simplicity. I am a lover of the American story from Jamestown(I was
born and raised in Charlottesville, VA.) in 1607 through the next 400
years. Of particular interest lately has been from 1900-1970 since my
parents were born 1902 and 1914. Their lives included huge changes in
technology and difficulty. Both parents were raised on farms and
carried forth those values of hard work, simple living, and just enough
income to stay afloat. Your recounts of life on your Delta cotton farm
rings bells in my head of life spent in summers on my Grandparent's
Indiana farm. The lifestyle that was sometimes firmly back in the 1920s
with what sort of technology was available, mixed with proximity to
more modern machines and amenities that made life easier. Each decade
saw newer and newer ways to farm, travel, and manage everyday homes.
The fact that you had the chance to experience the transitions with your
grandparents and parents , and then own the property is a story that is
both wonderful and culturally important. You and your talented John
have saved and created this slice of history for generations now and to
come. All of your hard work is a testimony to the preservation of
history and all of it's lessons and stories that deserve to be kept
alive for future generations.
Yes, who ever knows when the smallest and most unexpected thing will
lead to a true blessing? Enjoy the safety of your farm as the nation
works to end the pandemic. Soon, the time will come that green shoots
will push upward and an entire new cycle of the year will unfold. I am
thinking your farm must be quite beautiful when that change gets going!
</span></blockquote><p>Friends. . .that's why we do this. . .It's because of people like Winnie. . of people like you who have been so devoted to us all these years. . .From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you Winnie. . .and all of you. . .for boosting our spirits and sending so much love yourselves these last ten years. . .Let's see where the next ten take us. . .</p><p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbFeaEajQ7f0-MVhMhpZSpuTg2rmvjXQI_AuhaRY3LhKW0e-tl69JXNTArY-rbLTJ7l7S43UO3Xx07XnILjb8kgDdr-wzR2SQywslqA2ml1jjLRFYJ_VQS2nq2Yq43XVHB2UWn2Y6IN4/s640/BeFunky_DSC03454.jpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbFeaEajQ7f0-MVhMhpZSpuTg2rmvjXQI_AuhaRY3LhKW0e-tl69JXNTArY-rbLTJ7l7S43UO3Xx07XnILjb8kgDdr-wzR2SQywslqA2ml1jjLRFYJ_VQS2nq2Yq43XVHB2UWn2Y6IN4/s16000/BeFunky_DSC03454.jpg.jpg" /></a></p><p>I don't know if any of you noticed, but recently this blog has been down. . .labeled a 'high risk site' and not secure. . .Even I couldn't get into it! . . not until I found a backdoor. . .I am no tech, so it took me a while to figure it all out and get back up and safe. . .But we're cleared now as being secure and thank goodness, we can continue. . .although it may not be as often, since I spend most of the summer months in Missouri. . .John remains at the farm to mow and do repairs. . .I told him he could continue my writings and photos, but he passed. . .(grin). . .I will be back and forth some and will be sharing posts then. . .After all, I am really a Farmgirl at Heart. . .and I treasure the moments spent there. . .and with you. . .<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNgEC6smwVLrLmf33TKPTTF5Yn3zZjIsDaV0DL1PydShWmIDXS_RyessZ4yT5ouP-FYqvLT7hTn4szBdY5lNYd1ycWOLHQS0jJaw1G8X8vjnKD02hYmD3xGIkkDVkGGG6c_J0XAfrqHY/s400/pm_DSC00800_fmrsdau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNgEC6smwVLrLmf33TKPTTF5Yn3zZjIsDaV0DL1PydShWmIDXS_RyessZ4yT5ouP-FYqvLT7hTn4szBdY5lNYd1ycWOLHQS0jJaw1G8X8vjnKD02hYmD3xGIkkDVkGGG6c_J0XAfrqHY/s320/pm_DSC00800_fmrsdau.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-13661849277522828042021-04-08T09:17:00.000-05:002021-04-08T09:17:51.420-05:00Spring Chickens And Daffodils II<p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0FeswekDwIP-R64FnXZoXjW8Td9hIkNy4OfZEAhQ8m9F1Q0OorEzI_IfLOCjVHiB2QU4lASufs7WzU350SDlM8g9uASHhNqRqqM9w6Dtie8P9SBUeHz9iz0vdzQMGUG1cB3w93KxHXk/s800/IMG_7535+%25283%2529-800.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0FeswekDwIP-R64FnXZoXjW8Td9hIkNy4OfZEAhQ8m9F1Q0OorEzI_IfLOCjVHiB2QU4lASufs7WzU350SDlM8g9uASHhNqRqqM9w6Dtie8P9SBUeHz9iz0vdzQMGUG1cB3w93KxHXk/s16000/IMG_7535+%25283%2529-800.JPG" /></a></p><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: left;">Have you ever seen white daffodils? For over 17 years, these beauties have bloomed as a sign that winter is finally over and it is time to get out of the house for the pleasant weather and sunshine days. . .</p><p style="text-align: left;">I have numerous daffodils planted all over the farmstead, but these are my favorites because until this year the "cup" was yellow and the petals white. . .What a surprise when March came and they were ALL white! . . .Of course, they fit in well with the farmhouse decor. . .but what happened to the yellow? . .Does anyone know? . .Something missing in the soil, maybe? . .I need some info! </p></blockquote><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Qf6cAokjbZSVJ22bH_n3fi8fFQlooeN1HHn3rCXnu1Sm7YejnCcpCZMSBf-Zow8OSvNvdWA4iqk03EpbkxJlJYhs4hh0-vyaKjjdvg0IXPTxAqXpBuhK4EuXUG_uX2ocJwjDl5yid0Q/s800/IMG_7527+%25282%2529-800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Qf6cAokjbZSVJ22bH_n3fi8fFQlooeN1HHn3rCXnu1Sm7YejnCcpCZMSBf-Zow8OSvNvdWA4iqk03EpbkxJlJYhs4hh0-vyaKjjdvg0IXPTxAqXpBuhK4EuXUG_uX2ocJwjDl5yid0Q/s16000/IMG_7527+%25282%2529-800.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p> Actually, I do like them a lot. . .It's a change. . .</p><p>These were saved from the unusual freeze we had a couple of weeks ago. . .I wasn't home at the time but John knew how much I loved them, so he cut a canning jar full. . .I was certainly thrilled to see them. . .<br /></p></blockquote><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71c2KFaCMWZJTJWskW4p7NFwzQ201cLT1Satqt3rL_hio1WG9DISp8IsicpmsP639UZQV-kzz57QJsEyY3kNbgSqPq9vBinf8p9iIIl6AyBj4ESf1bUvfnAwo_2kN0JmYodBkeOqdZCs/s800/IMG_7532+%25284%2529-800.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71c2KFaCMWZJTJWskW4p7NFwzQ201cLT1Satqt3rL_hio1WG9DISp8IsicpmsP639UZQV-kzz57QJsEyY3kNbgSqPq9vBinf8p9iIIl6AyBj4ESf1bUvfnAwo_2kN0JmYodBkeOqdZCs/s16000/IMG_7532+%25284%2529-800.JPG" /></a></p><blockquote><p style="text-align: left;">You are probably wondering what all this has to do with chickens? . .Well. . .I posted a story several years ago that is as true today as then. . .About spring bringing not only daffodils but boxes of tiny chicks to my Grandmother's door. . .I knew when those little fluff balls arrived and the daffodils were blooming outside that spring had arrived. . .<br /></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://thecountryfarmhome.blogspot.com/2013/03/spring-chickens-and-daffodils.html" target="_blank">SPRING CHICKENS AND DAFFODILS</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">I think of it every year. . .and hope you'll enjoy the story again. . . <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPbaYO4zzkO3TjJyDk2UQ7p1IQqtqBA-MjRbnMcRlygKbmfkCWrmOiPt1fY6nS1sZQwugYlkijqWNYGhVUXt8SjZxDXoEpokRl0NHcwhM21oblT8IxAfgImbiQIcsH1g9MW75zf9VvaA/s428/wm_fmrs_dau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgPbaYO4zzkO3TjJyDk2UQ7p1IQqtqBA-MjRbnMcRlygKbmfkCWrmOiPt1fY6nS1sZQwugYlkijqWNYGhVUXt8SjZxDXoEpokRl0NHcwhM21oblT8IxAfgImbiQIcsH1g9MW75zf9VvaA/s320/wm_fmrs_dau.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-44409278464318870772021-03-16T08:25:00.000-05:002021-03-16T08:25:15.919-05:00Eggless Chocolate Pecan Raisin Tomato Bread<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpWQOmQgYlqF6RFeBVrQdtcQAwNEY6FpEGCjApp2mPB2BdyKxqfIsmrSsQg7SkTQbnT0b62I6ATVehsjP829qP9fSt0b1cunOh_UOCv7PBnXEYpSzYtYgZ01yiejAoHEtLbWyMoAzaKY/s746/wmIMG_7468-2+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpWQOmQgYlqF6RFeBVrQdtcQAwNEY6FpEGCjApp2mPB2BdyKxqfIsmrSsQg7SkTQbnT0b62I6ATVehsjP829qP9fSt0b1cunOh_UOCv7PBnXEYpSzYtYgZ01yiejAoHEtLbWyMoAzaKY/s16000/wmIMG_7468-2+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>Tomatoes in a sweet quick bread? Well...it is actually tomato soup. . .I have to be honest with you. . .When I originally found the recipe in one of my 1930s cookbooks, I wasn't quite sure of it. . .No eggs and tomato soup? What a combination!. . .As they say, though, "Don't knock it until you have tried it.". . .If you like spiced quick breads, you'll love this. . .</p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-b_KpVf2D0g91Uc0xrduC_jUh1YZnNNZvzIHL9x3VUM7kFSR-r27CiieHxO4AMdwLNQ6QgaON-ItHLwAS4mfwvY7LFNz2sqOZ4K6CpLa8dJXVkUs3xOLNyyUrIcQGTmm2ye8oD84MWAo/s738/wm7473-2+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-b_KpVf2D0g91Uc0xrduC_jUh1YZnNNZvzIHL9x3VUM7kFSR-r27CiieHxO4AMdwLNQ6QgaON-ItHLwAS4mfwvY7LFNz2sqOZ4K6CpLa8dJXVkUs3xOLNyyUrIcQGTmm2ye8oD84MWAo/s16000/wm7473-2+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><blockquote><p>I was inspired to pull out the recipe and bake several yesterday when I was purging almost out-of-date canned goods that had gotten pushed to the back of the cabinet. . .Lately I have been doing a lot of clean-outs all over the house. . .It's been spring cleaning on steroids. . .When I found four cans of tomato soup, I decided to make bread. . .I know that it freezes well and will be a great treat for John during the summer. . .</p></blockquote><p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">EGGLESS CHOCOLATE PECAN RAISIN TOMATO BREAD</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;">1 can tomato soup</p><p style="text-align: center;">1/3 cup vegetable oil</p><p style="text-align: center;">1 cup sugar</p><p style="text-align: center;">2 1/2 cups flour</p><p style="text-align: center;">2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder</p><p style="text-align: center;">1 1/2 teaspoons cocoa powder</p><p style="text-align: center;">1 teaspoon cinnamon</p><p style="text-align: center;">1 teaspoon ground cloves </p><p style="text-align: center;">1/4 teaspoon chili powder</p><p style="text-align: center;">1/4-1/2 package raisins</p><p style="text-align: center;"> 1 level teaspoon baking soda dissolved in 1/4 cup hot water <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">1/2 cup chopped pecans<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Mix by hand the tomato soup, oil, and sugar until sugar is dissolved.</p><p style="text-align: center;">In a separate bowl, sift all dry ingredients together and add raisins.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Combine the tomato soup mixture with the dry ingredients. <br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> Stir in baking soda and water mixture. Do not over mix.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Pour into a greased loaf pan.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sprinkle with chopped pecans, pushing them slightly into the batter.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Bake at 325 degrees until done.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Top with glaze while still warm.</p><p style="text-align: center;">GLAZE</p><p style="text-align: center;">1 cup confectioner's sugar</p><p style="text-align: center;">3 tablespoons lemon juice</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhviW-yw-o4MPb91JX0y0IvG0l21kHVqIWluk6Ksh56J03e8asVpHQSxu3x6atJddJqF9P3LvWwxbPsyN1DpGIIsDvf76JZC7r8RRfmi9lseY4MGyuxTlhZUGvBDgsZhWMFk7vRAAXAU/s800/wmIMG_7474+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhviW-yw-o4MPb91JX0y0IvG0l21kHVqIWluk6Ksh56J03e8asVpHQSxu3x6atJddJqF9P3LvWwxbPsyN1DpGIIsDvf76JZC7r8RRfmi9lseY4MGyuxTlhZUGvBDgsZhWMFk7vRAAXAU/s16000/wmIMG_7474+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">SPOILER ALERT: </span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This bread is so moist and delicious that you can't eat just one slice. . .(smile)</span> <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">ENJOY! <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-co_LmyNcL6kRmDNXK3ZHQcjVAuSPgADJADET5EXImuSnMH9MvRx5SNuWH1nraNvVSVBKTWrbRFxtOfjVbkHOqCOc1PXeCKOUv5hyumnUD2B0zinRJStEYySqwgRUeKCPeyheS6k8wT4/s600/pm_fmrsdauDSC04586.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="600" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-co_LmyNcL6kRmDNXK3ZHQcjVAuSPgADJADET5EXImuSnMH9MvRx5SNuWH1nraNvVSVBKTWrbRFxtOfjVbkHOqCOc1PXeCKOUv5hyumnUD2B0zinRJStEYySqwgRUeKCPeyheS6k8wT4/w320-h270/pm_fmrsdauDSC04586.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhmLd9r1YekCLVE8y9TfIlMn3NJ2BdTdx8q1-QfPHYMhPqg0-TIP1pBeYCpX9Y3nY2n1MSNNH6kcOuyBeXa7mvX1vSDBxZxD51-2UVLsQKNwN0Vet3uOFj07G4OcO2xpelM-NmcJAk7Y/s800/IMG_7394+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhmLd9r1YekCLVE8y9TfIlMn3NJ2BdTdx8q1-QfPHYMhPqg0-TIP1pBeYCpX9Y3nY2n1MSNNH6kcOuyBeXa7mvX1vSDBxZxD51-2UVLsQKNwN0Vet3uOFj07G4OcO2xpelM-NmcJAk7Y/s16000/IMG_7394+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><blockquote><p>While I did find many 'keepers'. . .I think my favorite was this simple note from one of the mothers who had raised their children in the huge old house. . ."Gone To The Farm. . .Ma". . .</p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgicjc-jm7z6Z7nL1UL32Cv5PLT8mQVTOEhqjTNmiF6-XF1dFqDC0rGGCacxoqAvxhR8igGr_DxcDE2cuFsJrHbvUi2TOsy_eORC0FaFCsuvUOpOCim2f09qQIIsgR2-iajYammAY70MpA/s749/IMG_7373+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPR8Giw_uA3QC2yBVse6UlaBKCd8uLybbXvU0f75_rOEC6Nn-mIOxcyO03QzJokbtxydvuMk5dfLqPs0tmnSj8ut8ejBAkMjhdvZPf8IeSZIXBxmJzny1IqukgR3-9j5LcgfZ-_mlP17c/s16000/IMG_7385+%25284%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>So here we are today. . ."Gone to our own farm". . .and the note remains in my treasures. . .I am so thankful that we have been safe down on the farm during these days of the virus and lock-downs. . .It has become a haven and an even greater delight for us. </p></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><p>One never knows when the smallest thing can become such a blessed one. . .<br /></p></blockquote></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtkyMJBB_oGJf4aFiCZZl4Lk9eaKrDCQBQDk75CbzTSeDvPbqu3LqD8LSRc0dtzEsYzcHM7tsAF7TTByARiX0r7CRj4rcm_y4cwSeE6F50cv_67KRWqHREmxLaue-Agn9v52AUbK4g7T8/s500/fd_2pm_DSC00375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69z_ZXuxdZ57mFwzqMLJoqeLvXldoMwsgSHZwaRz0tZ8cgSKGmpvvHMsmtM9DAGIygKypBeGAeiIut85br4aw3wGAPJBSivT03FymyzoCdas8icjHwsg87QweOEm4Nfmbec6J7fhmpTo/s800/IMG_7273+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69z_ZXuxdZ57mFwzqMLJoqeLvXldoMwsgSHZwaRz0tZ8cgSKGmpvvHMsmtM9DAGIygKypBeGAeiIut85br4aw3wGAPJBSivT03FymyzoCdas8icjHwsg87QweOEm4Nfmbec6J7fhmpTo/s16000/IMG_7273+%25284%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>A fire in the open hearth fireplace was certainly necessary on Christmas Day. . .Outdoors the temperature plummeted to 18 degrees but with the wind howling, it felt like 9. . .May not be unusual for our friends to the north. . .but here in the Delta, where winters are fairly mild, it was COLD!<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkvD9OtMtP3C61styqLgs4GoiuttiQ4Jwy9DZoyczUCiSSCcHP68KqX77LqyC0nUWjjDUlCSrDpUflj8FLK9pMGh2LRCyW-4Js4UboXzwKxqUJXR3VoRdNSiZlE5O-MnbgQwYwUhudUs/s777/IMG_7330+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="777" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkvD9OtMtP3C61styqLgs4GoiuttiQ4Jwy9DZoyczUCiSSCcHP68KqX77LqyC0nUWjjDUlCSrDpUflj8FLK9pMGh2LRCyW-4Js4UboXzwKxqUJXR3VoRdNSiZlE5O-MnbgQwYwUhudUs/s16000/IMG_7330+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>The fire always adds so much to our Christmas Day so we would have lit it anyway. . .Mr. LaShay loved it. . .If you'll look in the end chair, you can spot him as he gazes at the fire. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNvWWDNr3_x9eVxN5YsAYkzruNxG_mG7UR_CHNuDWTz1sBKamLnIe4aLsYcj6HDhUt2GHtKkawSiQg4IwYNfbxD6jswFauRK1ZTw0OzBJObfq3BYBSyefLNaiBC1i5h0ZSYOwcCi7cck/s800/IMG_7325+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivNvWWDNr3_x9eVxN5YsAYkzruNxG_mG7UR_CHNuDWTz1sBKamLnIe4aLsYcj6HDhUt2GHtKkawSiQg4IwYNfbxD6jswFauRK1ZTw0OzBJObfq3BYBSyefLNaiBC1i5h0ZSYOwcCi7cck/s16000/IMG_7325+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>All in all, it was a quiet Christmas for us. . .but we enjoyed the down-time tremendously. . .Our Christmas dinner was the highlight with smoked turkey and ham, grits dressing and gravy, cranberry apple relish, fresh corn, a green bean casserole (a tradition), ambrosia, pumpkin 'mashed potatoes' with pecans, dates, coconut and lots of butter. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpovw6MX4c2vepk3ZQwHP2FM9OdnygE3MTa7hpGjHnSqW80gQ8_5TB1PdFnbdguEGKdlFryWX0mTmyr2CoxQWkjfnJ2SvEdS5D1hQ-NEJMVhtsfVxNEVBPx4Y2rdMx83AxHlA2AM3z4k/s800/IMG_7332+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpovw6MX4c2vepk3ZQwHP2FM9OdnygE3MTa7hpGjHnSqW80gQ8_5TB1PdFnbdguEGKdlFryWX0mTmyr2CoxQWkjfnJ2SvEdS5D1hQ-NEJMVhtsfVxNEVBPx4Y2rdMx83AxHlA2AM3z4k/s16000/IMG_7332+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><blockquote><p>And for dessert, fruitcake made with my Grandmother's recipe and holiday cheesecake. . .There may have just been two of us, but we didn't let that stop us from celebrating the day. . .<br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>Additional dollar store buys included those adorable snowman mugs above. . .They are quite large and could double as soup bowls, too. . .Other buys: Christmas plates, Hot Cocoa sign, small Christmas tree, berries in glass, white tipped mini pine cones, white candles, candlesticks, checked bow, checked snowflake. . .making my dollar store $50 challenge a success. . .I'm not sure I actually spent the entire $50. . .It was definitely a fun thing to do. . .<br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>And so. . .with Christmas over, it means a New Year is coming soon. . .It is hard to believe it is that time already. . .My New Year's wish will be for a better 2021 for all. . .and I'll be sure to eat black-eyed peas and cornbread this New Year's Day for luck. . .I don't want to leave any options for a better year undone. . .(grin). . . <br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_-HYlPkJaGKEp4DA_GthU7V1uioVHJ_a5dIde36rBBDCpFlOOHGkW29-d8MMHsF2IddNF6aVfeFKtdJWAn007uWl5qZSWbwxbEPqm-ovhlTqerzGDiETq8738jOq53rMoY2i9npjakA/s16000/IMG_7116+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>Santa has packed up his red farm truck with trees, packages, and reindeer feed for the long trip he will soon be making. . .He'll leave from here at THE COUNTRY FARM HOME Christmas Eve. . .just as soon as the sun goes down. . .As always, he looks forward to bringing joy to young and old as they find their gifts under the tree on Christmas morning. . .but for now, he's happy and content just resting on our sofa. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvDP7kHGQ-1-yd4h0TYfnO34WogZudi-MGsgWgsh0Y0oc_0W0jL5zk0GknUBbpc8Z_Jc4CVTezaSpfkCWn1apNIG-p2Z9oKg4yrWUVBq8rBL52dAYNTHtXgXDo6UVt2nIdool7p0sw9s/s800/IMG_7107+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvDP7kHGQ-1-yd4h0TYfnO34WogZudi-MGsgWgsh0Y0oc_0W0jL5zk0GknUBbpc8Z_Jc4CVTezaSpfkCWn1apNIG-p2Z9oKg4yrWUVBq8rBL52dAYNTHtXgXDo6UVt2nIdool7p0sw9s/s16000/IMG_7107+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>Okay. . .so I'm a little into my imagination. . .but who wouldn't be in this bright and festive living room? . .Now you can see where previous peeks are fitting into the scheme of things. . .for here I continue to add little touches from the dollar stores. . .while using make-do items around the house. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7AXaj3Zhvs1biKCjyg_kEbZK_Io7mLxUTo8SnzgeoGhFYx51OIGmfskRWhdDMckFerdUKjWaH9hpsFpS-iq3yrSjI9bzYCSbzeV3BOTM5bVTZ0pyyr3Y5HoAG1WZrFCImMI3IRlGdz8/s800/IMG_7119+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7AXaj3Zhvs1biKCjyg_kEbZK_Io7mLxUTo8SnzgeoGhFYx51OIGmfskRWhdDMckFerdUKjWaH9hpsFpS-iq3yrSjI9bzYCSbzeV3BOTM5bVTZ0pyyr3Y5HoAG1WZrFCImMI3IRlGdz8/s16000/IMG_7119+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><blockquote><p>My one purchase--not from a dollar store--is the primitive Santa from Whitehouse Creations in Bernie, Missouri. . .He is dressed in a piece from a vintage woven coverlet and holds a cotton Christmas tree and his friend, Mr. Snowman. . .I stuffed a small reindeer feed bag into his arms, too. . .<br /></p></blockquote></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_7ib1aRUEVbNqmg5rSrJClbaqHaDLGJvirHvw0v9uIrzhsZBFg9bvBRP7Yo_LRuorokchTkvhSN8xFEB-05a5fiw9Z25wh0wCEtjQTYbflmelI34QMdRoji5AyWTZl7wDDpgQ-qG_jE/s800/IMG_7108+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_7ib1aRUEVbNqmg5rSrJClbaqHaDLGJvirHvw0v9uIrzhsZBFg9bvBRP7Yo_LRuorokchTkvhSN8xFEB-05a5fiw9Z25wh0wCEtjQTYbflmelI34QMdRoji5AyWTZl7wDDpgQ-qG_jE/s16000/IMG_7108+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>I decided on the farm truck theme back in the fall, long before Thanksgiving, when the dollar stores began putting Christmas items out. . .I snatched many of them up because I was sure they would go quickly. . .The farm truck theme has been around several Christmases now, and normally I stay away from what has already been done. . .But this theme still tugs at my heart. . .because I AM the Farmer's Daughter. . .I rode with Daddy a lot in the old 'bob' truck. . .and I have Daddy's 1983 'Big Red' Chevy truck sitting in the drive. . . <br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>I bought the metal truck a couple of years ago. . .and have used it in the summertime as well as winter and never tire of it. . .So the dollar stores certainly made me happy when they had the country truck theme with complimentary decor. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtNp0DGuLhbzOPhZWiqIS_1ppjiUAAYoaJ6K8FH5p0z0OYWZ3lqshAMZhYd950rVk6LUTV8UwLtJxpfbyYIkVlnwxqmg_IbV4PoNrU5IXG2El_WdmrfmViB4PRKl6wiVUErKohHy896c/s800/IMG_7143+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtNp0DGuLhbzOPhZWiqIS_1ppjiUAAYoaJ6K8FH5p0z0OYWZ3lqshAMZhYd950rVk6LUTV8UwLtJxpfbyYIkVlnwxqmg_IbV4PoNrU5IXG2El_WdmrfmViB4PRKl6wiVUErKohHy896c/s16000/IMG_7143+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>I think the key to decorating with dollar store themes is to not go overboard with them. . .Add a few here and there. . .coordinate with the other rooms in the house. . .and it ends up being striking instead of 'cute-sy'. . .Make it Plain and Simple. . .Don't over do so that everyone can appreciate the entire scene instantly. . . <br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzLxCmQCHWUH1jAREzDk35x4D81TiqIgZ_P9P7oC93WkGRHpSCDrGu4XFrsXGmpWBaAmS3OgaG58AyvBfcBiAqrczcfHXflAOpqotW9hLEB0ZMJFN4UgKJFOdWygwyaXfeIJsW94oqPs/s800/IMG_7207+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzLxCmQCHWUH1jAREzDk35x4D81TiqIgZ_P9P7oC93WkGRHpSCDrGu4XFrsXGmpWBaAmS3OgaG58AyvBfcBiAqrczcfHXflAOpqotW9hLEB0ZMJFN4UgKJFOdWygwyaXfeIJsW94oqPs/s16000/IMG_7207+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>From the dollar stores, I purchased: red plaid bows, metal 'Noel', reindeer feed ornaments, black plaid mitten ornaments, red candle, brown wrapping paper and string, red cardinal, and the HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS sign. . .so appropriate for this Christmas when so many of us will be home. . .but it also brings good memories of past Christmases at the farmhouse. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zi2TKmZzENrIhoNU-zwNSkEVnVtSIvwSsUy6jDlxKl3WzEQL11Nx8Qe4OzpunbssRLpYt_F82adrZei0heojh00wP6IoHQr1jDmlAa1godAMP1lmx2tPFGj591lfnOPLMrOuh47NfKI/s800/IMG_7136+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zi2TKmZzENrIhoNU-zwNSkEVnVtSIvwSsUy6jDlxKl3WzEQL11Nx8Qe4OzpunbssRLpYt_F82adrZei0heojh00wP6IoHQr1jDmlAa1godAMP1lmx2tPFGj591lfnOPLMrOuh47NfKI/s16000/IMG_7136+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><p>The entire setting brings smiles. . .Hope it sends some your way, too. . .<br /></p></blockquote></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaH_2PnP5wAqM3hc51m2xnNzlB38KHCH1f-oDunTy8HVKXzrMtaOzB4M7YFc-S7u_mQRx-W8i4ATOopY-twFHuBFlLS7M6MRwyJe4tThkQeOi3S4Uc24_RDSjE63wwSQlefHg0FnF9gc0/s800/wm-fmrsdaug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="702" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaH_2PnP5wAqM3hc51m2xnNzlB38KHCH1f-oDunTy8HVKXzrMtaOzB4M7YFc-S7u_mQRx-W8i4ATOopY-twFHuBFlLS7M6MRwyJe4tThkQeOi3S4Uc24_RDSjE63wwSQlefHg0FnF9gc0/w351-h400/wm-fmrsdaug.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><br />The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-32753865813891809692020-12-21T15:36:00.001-06:002020-12-21T15:36:40.432-06:00The Candles Are Lit. . .<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglc9e6snmLcvVXkG4mkrZdXjEUPxBk_9-Ikljyt6AvTJo_lKUOQ-OSrMUUv_7SfYmI6HqcB5cwhs9auy4VVUIaHPfOR2FSsv7jrjL6DwDavddvSo5bDPqgrmPirhad4dKjZzLARjfsvVE/s800/IMG_7154+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglc9e6snmLcvVXkG4mkrZdXjEUPxBk_9-Ikljyt6AvTJo_lKUOQ-OSrMUUv_7SfYmI6HqcB5cwhs9auy4VVUIaHPfOR2FSsv7jrjL6DwDavddvSo5bDPqgrmPirhad4dKjZzLARjfsvVE/s16000/IMG_7154+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div></blockquote><blockquote><p>What is it about candles that tug at our hearts. . .especially at Christmas? . .The warmth and glow set against the cold, blustery winter scene beyond the window brings calm and contentment. . .in ways that only the heart can feel. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxSH_DysuZUdq9qSWGDapNGBsWXu1x1IpQiNgDK0uJ_Ig8Jh3ACK2HxDgpnGcHhexIlFTkxPsli0igPP5xeJ0c_SjLsgx4mKjNSNJp7IEL1ap7BIS6jvZm6eDfnXPrheY8DCiN_cA8Eg/s800/IMG_7157+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxSH_DysuZUdq9qSWGDapNGBsWXu1x1IpQiNgDK0uJ_Ig8Jh3ACK2HxDgpnGcHhexIlFTkxPsli0igPP5xeJ0c_SjLsgx4mKjNSNJp7IEL1ap7BIS6jvZm6eDfnXPrheY8DCiN_cA8Eg/s16000/IMG_7157+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>It is a bright spot in the darkness of gray winter skies. . .as a hope swells up within. . .that life will be even better in the coming year. . .It is the excitement of the season. . .and the joy of family. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIgBzfVXPL3NO032Qq1gFjpDFHfBXnybrTlCSqu1NlkfFDuyQFDnCxw7vXCW_wMDO0FARYsyBVfhCKzUdakiijYmHyEzk_fBmXLv_4wZN30ynF6PYhbOxPjKB8wAE_P0UQuJzFVvoawg/s800/IMG_7164+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIgBzfVXPL3NO032Qq1gFjpDFHfBXnybrTlCSqu1NlkfFDuyQFDnCxw7vXCW_wMDO0FARYsyBVfhCKzUdakiijYmHyEzk_fBmXLv_4wZN30ynF6PYhbOxPjKB8wAE_P0UQuJzFVvoawg/s16000/IMG_7164+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>All very true. . .but there must be more. . .I think candles make me ponder. . .to stop and think about the blessings in my life. . .and to be thankful. . .in all ways. . .In fact. . .every time I light candles. . .I'm reminded of Christmases past when my family was all together. . .including the aunts and uncles and cousins. . .I'm reminded of those times when I couldn't be home because of work or distance. . .and yet. . .I knew those at the Christmas table were thinking of me, too. . .and loving me from a distance. . . <br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPOsRGcdfUURtkvKP6naa6uvxAu0wrdeOk0oL90PkjFa-1eACPuT2gVPLdrcZv-NdtSPWcPsj30ZbM1Lps_vTmPbgAFEAsoTjQ_FVF-6z54gBkhVqkWqLtt52EvfhWXbsYkulyBtjkLg/s800/IMG_7198+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPOsRGcdfUURtkvKP6naa6uvxAu0wrdeOk0oL90PkjFa-1eACPuT2gVPLdrcZv-NdtSPWcPsj30ZbM1Lps_vTmPbgAFEAsoTjQ_FVF-6z54gBkhVqkWqLtt52EvfhWXbsYkulyBtjkLg/s16000/IMG_7198+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>And I'm reminded of Christmas present. . .when the world may seem topsy-turvey. . .and we may be sheltered in our homes due to this pandemic that has changed all of our lives. . .but in it all. . .aren't we still blessed? . .Don't we still need to stop and be thankful? . .I know John and I are. . .and lighting candles. . .cuddling by the fire. . .and feeling good to be with each other. . .makes all the difference. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4o76l31Aiw971G0nEHHcmB7sw-mxO0L52LthxGdZMD3PFjae7eWvckhhWjcFdUopVOOErAmZ8zUZu5N2eL8kFiSNhKJhSg-3NJx2D9qcF8ZF8CrAn_BForKdlhT1RJCpQnrcY37pxug/s800/IMG_7151+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="517" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4o76l31Aiw971G0nEHHcmB7sw-mxO0L52LthxGdZMD3PFjae7eWvckhhWjcFdUopVOOErAmZ8zUZu5N2eL8kFiSNhKJhSg-3NJx2D9qcF8ZF8CrAn_BForKdlhT1RJCpQnrcY37pxug/s16000/IMG_7151+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><p>Tonight I plan to wish upon a star. . .A Christmas star. . .for right after sundown there will be a bright and shining star. . .much as it was that first Christmas. . .There won't be another like it for 500 years. . .And my wish will be that The Light will continue to shine in all its forms all over the world. . .guiding our way through the darkness. . .BLESSING US FOR YET ANOTHER YEAR. . . <br /></p></blockquote></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaH_2PnP5wAqM3hc51m2xnNzlB38KHCH1f-oDunTy8HVKXzrMtaOzB4M7YFc-S7u_mQRx-W8i4ATOopY-twFHuBFlLS7M6MRwyJe4tThkQeOi3S4Uc24_RDSjE63wwSQlefHg0FnF9gc0/s800/wm-fmrsdaug.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="702" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaH_2PnP5wAqM3hc51m2xnNzlB38KHCH1f-oDunTy8HVKXzrMtaOzB4M7YFc-S7u_mQRx-W8i4ATOopY-twFHuBFlLS7M6MRwyJe4tThkQeOi3S4Uc24_RDSjE63wwSQlefHg0FnF9gc0/w351-h400/wm-fmrsdaug.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><br />The Farmers Daughterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14114422297910929182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1803438449305071948.post-48255564375025979292020-12-18T14:15:00.001-06:002020-12-18T14:15:20.639-06:00The Stockings Are Hung. . .<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGLZKnvtImgx_uZgKseLXGzptT5VypzhTHt5O41HwsfaowCKGZ1XBd8m3RH0CQZI7Sb9R8xqvXACz0GgmwtaPLODs2CesIGEqQKDB9ovJut-KT2ZQ9Mzrbwwo1LDa3GyPiwFwNJ-trCk/s800/IMG_7070+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGLZKnvtImgx_uZgKseLXGzptT5VypzhTHt5O41HwsfaowCKGZ1XBd8m3RH0CQZI7Sb9R8xqvXACz0GgmwtaPLODs2CesIGEqQKDB9ovJut-KT2ZQ9Mzrbwwo1LDa3GyPiwFwNJ-trCk/s16000/IMG_7070+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><blockquote><p>When I was a little girl, we never had big felt stockings or those knitted specifically for Santa to stuff. . .We chose one from Daddy's sock drawer. . .Always trying to get the largest and most stretched one he had. . .Then one Christmas, my Grandmother made us our first real stockings of felt with all kinds of embellishments on it. . .and of course. . our name. . .That year, Santa had to come up with more goodies to stuff them. . . <br /></p></blockquote></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONcJMYTE5yWu5cyrK6NVFo6kL1m3p2j7bioquQElwa1J2620UeI876HY12LIX00Ror874w_qAbHdmU2MyszWk_noQtVmGcHKDlEiLYswuc0LoralIWHWEeNhk6x0yNhrceTfC3g3sZPc/s800/IMG_7067+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONcJMYTE5yWu5cyrK6NVFo6kL1m3p2j7bioquQElwa1J2620UeI876HY12LIX00Ror874w_qAbHdmU2MyszWk_noQtVmGcHKDlEiLYswuc0LoralIWHWEeNhk6x0yNhrceTfC3g3sZPc/s16000/IMG_7067+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>But I must say that after all the numerous stockings I've collected over the years. . .I still like socks out of the drawer the best. . .<br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>I've had the plaque hanger for years and never found the right place for it. . .I think this year I have. . .Such a simple thing. . .but it brings to my mind the Christmases of my childhood. <br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAA7v9NWd8ek8PJLoqTjboEwamiDVHxKcwt0wAtmPkEvFXwRUQvvo8udZKCTK5UVF1bc8rI5_iJ-0v7M-Zx6KnfK5Trfdj84quDS-bKOG-UUB1UtWxzLAEzFTH9TQLaMBEsXdhkxciTFw/s800/IMG_7062+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAA7v9NWd8ek8PJLoqTjboEwamiDVHxKcwt0wAtmPkEvFXwRUQvvo8udZKCTK5UVF1bc8rI5_iJ-0v7M-Zx6KnfK5Trfdj84quDS-bKOG-UUB1UtWxzLAEzFTH9TQLaMBEsXdhkxciTFw/s16000/IMG_7062+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>On our breezeway porch. . .I decided that I was tired of the traditional Christmas wreath. . .so when I saw the Santa and huge stocking at a dollar store, I knew exactly what I would do with them. . .I did fill the stocking with a little stuffing to make it stand out. . .The Santa was one I could not resist. . .The moment I spotted him, I knew he was a keeper. . .Together, they make a fun and festive entrance into the keeping room. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c9knu3VWsUiVs2ky7rEQzBF3pcAeIfP1ae0T_dXhi1tnDLrGFcFmD90viPAPZdTCbTl5EOZBNzvCSptpwGRbFSxijVUtAtqj-ta50bq5MFtKrXeUVmechOD7D4CDSpqIWqeQ-EWSV2U/s800/IMG_7065+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c9knu3VWsUiVs2ky7rEQzBF3pcAeIfP1ae0T_dXhi1tnDLrGFcFmD90viPAPZdTCbTl5EOZBNzvCSptpwGRbFSxijVUtAtqj-ta50bq5MFtKrXeUVmechOD7D4CDSpqIWqeQ-EWSV2U/s16000/IMG_7065+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>Decorating from the dollar stores has certainly been different from my usual decor. . .but I have enjoyed the challenge. . .And there's more to come. . .(grin). . .soon. . .<br /></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">HOLIDAY BLESSINGS! </span></span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xSyj0WMkP8CCoE0TxUz1Iv2B5zel6oN0AwrCeNQUNfc3jdPOj-nvBIM92RoE0T3yLgBIJ3DrmeuKGbME2MbO6XOcyXcfQ7-ACQpieQAM8BoSmPNx9g2UdL-tfUIwhtWpdDhPQRoWIVg/s16000/wmIMG_7012+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>It's a gray, cold day outdoors. . .but indoors, the tree is trimmed. . .and the lights are on. . .giving the entire keeping room a soft glow. . .<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5y1TQqOjEV46o9-Y2iigxQQh6fflkBu-su_yz4N8ZLV5rk89GTrcacFwcHDM959dsBx5E36vhGQWpK0q9pC9BuSIDfcVykbNTmHz2SJVL9plWabGfXnye49P5Y7DRSp93MN4ffGyb8Ss/s800/IMG_7005+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5y1TQqOjEV46o9-Y2iigxQQh6fflkBu-su_yz4N8ZLV5rk89GTrcacFwcHDM959dsBx5E36vhGQWpK0q9pC9BuSIDfcVykbNTmHz2SJVL9plWabGfXnye49P5Y7DRSp93MN4ffGyb8Ss/s16000/IMG_7005+%25283%2529.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote><p>This year's tree is a vintage one. . .It's been in our family for years. . .It's needles shed a little. . .and some places are a little bare. . .although you really can't see it once all the decorations are on. . .<br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>I decided to trim it in plain and simple style green glass-like balls, "snowballs" and white glittery snowflakes. . .inspired by the green sled I fell in love with and purchased in Missouri. . .Did you notice I've stayed true to using black and white for drama with plaids, gingham checks, and flower-y wrapping paper?. .Underneath I have a few wrapped packages, but decided to make it more farmhouse with a basket and crocks. . .Most people would never think about putting crocks at the tree, but why not? . .Have a little fun.<br /></p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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