Welcome to the Sunday Sunshine Blog Hop! Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. Philippians 4:8 I hope you…
Welcome to the Homestead Blog Hop! Howdy again, bloggers! We are experiencing crisp mornings and cooler evenings! How about your area? 🍃 🍁 🍂 Fall is my favorite time of the year! We are getting in very close–savor every moment of the transition! Our garden is putting forth its last effort! I keep finding purple…
Welcome to the Sunday Sunshine Blog Hop! Hey, Sunshine Bloggers! If you came by my site at all within the last 2 days, you may have seen that it was down. Some plug-in caused it to crash when the site automatically updated. It was frozen and I couldn’t get into it. I couldn’t deal with…
Welcome to the Homestead Blog Hop! Husbands. Sometimes they are infuriating and they don’t even try to be! Take today, for instance. I was varnishing our kitchen ceiling, which is a daunting task. Right in the middle, I began to look around at our setup. Maybe I didn’t want to keep at it, or maybe…
Welcome to the Sunday Sunshine Blog Hop! Howdy! Mornin’ Partners! You don’t have to be from Texas to give a howdy to folks! 🤠 We’ve made it through another week, and are launching into the next. Two of us got through covid again and are back on the other side. I missed my garden, but…
We are Surviving Life can get so crazy. Every now and then you wonder at all the darts being hurled at you. How do you make it? Well, you just keep plugging away, one day at a time, and sometimes you ignore your plans. This week, believe it or not, we got hit with covid…
There’s something about raw honesty. We all want truth, don’t we? We want to know when a person is sincere, and we appreciate someone speaking from the heart. But as a writer, those moments where we can really open up and be vulnerable don’t come often. They can’t be forced. When the words build up,…
