The Sound of Silence
In a field where horses used to graze there is an oval path of laid down grass. That path was not made by the horses. It was made by dirt…
living creatively in a complex world
In a field where horses used to graze there is an oval path of laid down grass. That path was not made by the horses. It was made by dirt…
I love before and afters: the boring one bedroom house that becomes a charming cottage with new paint, a picket fence, some flowers. Or the pallets upcycled into headboards, tables…
I’ve been working behind the scenes in an effort to make my blog more interesting to navigate. In the process, I came face to face with my twin vices, Impatience…