My inspired life

It really is important...today, tomorrow, always

2012-02-14T14:15:00.000-06:00

Valentine's Day...a sentimental, romantic day for so many, and for others, not so much. An "I could care less" or, "it's not important" attitude, deters some from purchasing a card, a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates.

I want to share with you a different thought. I find it so joyful to pull out a box of mementos from days gone by. Saved cards, a pretty, but empty box of chocolates, a dried flower saved from a bouquet~maybe the ribbon. In each one lies a memory. Some distant, others of a different place and time. Not all are from my spouse. Some are from my grandmother (who never missed a birthday), my kids with their chubby fisted signatures, my mom or sister. They all hold a special meaning and memory for me.

I can only imagine, as time goes by, a spouse or loved one is gone, the chubby fist is now long and lean, that these things will only hold more value. When in the quiet hour of the day, a sleepless night of missing someone, comes along. I'll find myself, with my box in my lap, reading each one, holding it to my chest, shedding a tear or two and remembering a special time, a special love, a special place.

It is then, that I'll discover just how much love there was, how a simple gift...even just a card~picked out just for me has increased in value over time, and...and, it really was important!

Valentines Day memories...

2012-02-13T12:45:00.000-06:00

As I have been spending some time looking through vintage Valentines that I've collected for resale and collage projects, I'm reminded of the Valentine Days of my and my children's childhood.

Remember the boxes we all had to make in school. We spent time decorating ours to our hearts content. Just waiting for the day when we exchanged cards with our classmates. I still look at a box in the store and remember "when".

If you were like me, you'd go through each card, picking out the right one for each classmate. Maybe a super special 'person' would get a super special Valentine...but, you didn't want to be too obvious, that you thought this super special 'person' was super special to you.

We were never allowed to leave anyone out. But, me being me, I wouldn't have done that anyway. And, you sure didn't want to be one 'left out' either. Even our teacher got a Valentine from each one of us.

As I look through the vintage cards, I'm enthralled with the beauty of each one. Some are cute...but, the ones that I favor are the romantic ones with sweet sentiments or simply ask: "Will you be mine?". Or, "Happy Valentines Day".

What are your favorite memories of Valentine's Day? Mine are the ones from childhood...a young and innocent time. And especially from my children's youth. Watching them decorate their box, bring it home after the party and go through each card. And, of course, now...as an adult, when you know that Valentine's Day is more than a card with a sweet sentiment. It's what your Valentine does all year long, that makes life Valentine's Day year 'round.

Paperwhites

2012-02-03T06:20:00.001-06:00

For the past several years, I've planted Paperwhite bulbs about six weeks before Christmas. Specially selected vintage and new planters and containers, filled with a variety of mediums set the stage for these winter "forced" bloomers.

My favorite potting base is decorative rocks. However, last year, I planted the bulbs in shredded paper...and they grew. They are extremely easy to grow. The biggest hurdle I've found is finding the bulbs...without a planter and potting mix. I want to do my own.

My customers at Burlap & Roses have purchased these as thank you gifts, hostess gifts and simply a quick 'pick-me-up' for someone or a Christmas gift. They.are.fun. I think if a person were to sit and watch them, they'd see them grow right in front of their eyes.

I've really enjoyed having windows for displays. Using packing peanuts for snow, I've placed planters filled with bulbs in amongst the 'snow', so as to give the effect of the Paperwhites coming out of the snow...just like they would in the spring. Passersby have stopped and looked at them...some everyday, others once or twice a week. It's been fun for me to watch them 'check out the growth'.

Here's a photo taken of the full grown plants. Enjoy!

Roses hearts are beating...

2012-01-23T11:05:00.000-06:00

Safe beneath the snowdrifts lie; Rainbow buds of by-and-by. In the long, sweet days of spring; Music of bluebells shall ring. And its faintly golden cup; Many a primrose will hold up. Though the winds are keen and chill; Roses' hearts are beating still. And the garden tranquilly; Dreams of happy hours to be. In the summer days of blue; All its dreamings will come true.

By: Lucy Maud Montgomery

You need to freshen your look...POP of Color

2012-01-17T11:13:00.000-06:00

Go to: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Burlap-Roses/177248165653789 and answer my questionnaire. Have fun!

Martin Luther King Day...a quote

2012-01-16T11:35:00.000-06:00

“Never, never be afraid to do what's right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society's punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.

Sunshine and snow in the same day...

2012-01-11T09:11:00.000-06:00

It's so pretty out today. The sun is shining bright beautiful. Snow is creeping in to our area later today. I can take snow...when the sun is shining.

It's the gray and bleak that seeps into my conscience and brings me down. I.need.the.sun.

Last year at this time, my hubs and I got to spend two weeks in Santa Barbara, California. My father and his wife treated us to great accommodations, fun sight seeing, wonderful food and an all around fantab time. Forever grateful!

And, did I mention the sun? Sunshine, sand and water...a great combo. I instantly feel healthier and want to eat fruit and drink water with lemon.

If it snows today...so be it. We've had a beautifully mild winter so far. Lots of sunshiny days have moved us that much closer to spring and I'll be inspired by that thought!

A Fantab Idea

2012-01-09T11:51:00.000-06:00

Most anyone who's remotely 'close' to me knows that I'm a magazine junkie. BIG TIME! I was chatting with some new found friends, via Burlap & Roses, over coffee the other day and our conversation lead to this topic.

I have stacks and stacks of magazine clippings of photos of homes, rooms, decor, design ideas, etc. The one thing about doing that, that I don't like is it's not a good and fair way to 'share' the magazine. Some will be re-sold at Burlap & Roses at a great discount. Others will be donated to the library, a nursing home, trading with friends, etc. Sooooo...

One of the gals said, "just take a picture" of the picture, then save it on your computer. BRILLIANT, I say. So, when I couldn't sleep last night (up 'til 4 a.m.) I did just that. Went through my stacks of magazines (in an effort to organize and clean up the piles), took photos of the things I wanted to "keep" and filed them away under my Home and Garden Decor file on my computer. I will keep them there, AND I plan to share them on PINTEREST...to share the LOVE! If you'd like to follow me on Pinterest, just click on the highlighted PINTEREST that I've provided. If you're knew to Pinterest and would like to be invited to join, just let me know by providing me your email address. I'll help you geet started. Can you say EYE CANDY? ; )

Inspiration is the key word here...you won't be disappointed!

golden glow

2012-01-06T09:09:00.000-06:00

As I awoke this morning and looked out the window overlooking the rolling

countryside, a golden glow left me speechless. It was beautiful.

A great start to an even better day ahead. A Golden Glow kind of day...

make it the best day yet and ENJOY!

Vintage linen hankies...

2012-01-05T16:54:00.000-06:00

I just put out several linen hankies with handiwork on them.

Made me think about weddings for some reason...

Some have initials, some are floral patterned and some are plain with delicate edging. There is one with RAE embroidered in blue and there is one that is just

dark blue, rather plain, but has a simple beauty to it.

Last summer, a mother came in looking for a vintage hankie for her son to have in his pocket on his wedding day. It made me smile. I know this mom and I know her son. Appropriate! And, I bet it was used...he may have needed it himself, but I could also see him pulling it out and ever so softly wiping away a stray tear...

Vintage linen hankies...delicate reminders of another place and time.

Fruit Basket Upset

2012-01-04T11:40:00.000-06:00

Fruit Basket Upset...one of my favorite things to do at the shop...both of them, is to do a fruit basket upset and move everything around, give the merchandise a fresh look and placement.

As I'm sitting here writing this, the photo to the left shows how torn up the place is. Although I need the business, and my customers don't mind the messiness, I do hope I can get my act together before too many come in. I get a bit embarrased. So, you're probably wondering why I'm writing and not "doing"...well, I had a customer come in, took care of her purchase and was inspired to write this little update. I'm a bit ADD...really! What INSPIRES you today? I encourage you to take a gander at the super inspiring home decor at Burlap & Roses boutique and home goods. Spring is in the air...in here, anyway; )

off to a great start...day 3 of 2012

2012-01-03T08:56:00.000-06:00

happy new year, friends. it's day 3 of 2012 and i'm off to a good start. the 2nd day of the year was spent working on my books...prepping for tax time. it felt good to see the year in review...what sold, what didn't do so hot, just where i need to go this year with burlap & roses.

and, on a personal level, i know where i want to go, too. more family and friends, taking time for i and my hubs, hoping to get a little travel in too. what about you...

share your thoughts with me here and may all your ideas and plans come to be.

Early Closings

2011-12-28T15:56:00.000-06:00

Burlap & Roses~Indianola location will be closing early on Thursday, December 29th at 4:00, AND Saturday, December 31st at 3:00. Have a safe and happy and fun New Year's celebration.

Merriest of Christmas' to you and yours

2011-12-24T10:44:00.001-06:00

Merry Christmas~

I wish everyone a very merry and blessed holiday.

And, looking forward,

May your worries be lighter and your days much brighter.

May the New Year start in the right direction,

and all your dreams be filled to perfection.

Beth Cort-Voltmer

From my home to yours...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Beth

Only in a Small Town...

2011-12-12T13:37:00.000-06:00

The other day I rec'd a call from someone looking for information on a dog groomer in or around New Virginia. I asked how she came to call me and she said she found my business in the local phone directory. "Thought someone with a coffee shop would know what she was talking about", she said. I was happy to oblige and gave her the name of "our" local groomer.

Knowing your neighbors, figuratively and literally speaking, and possibly just a little of what is going on in their life is a real special thing in this day and age. I think it's a fortunate person who can say they live in a small town.

Nothing wrong with larger communities...they just aren't my thing. And, I would have to guess, most would say there is a noticeable difference. A "friendliness", sense of safety, and a oneness in a small community; where students and teachers see each other on the street, at church, the post office. Word of a death passes from neighbor to neighbor in a timely fashion. A little bit of "Mayberry" you could say.

Today, as I opened the shop in Indianola, I overheard the postman telling some passerby where the coffee shop was on The Square. He had done this before, because he directed someone to check out my shop one day,too. I imagine he does it routinely. The customer told me that, "the postman sent me here." How fun is that!
Not only is he delivering the all important mail, but is a walking~talking chamber of commerce, too!

Only in a small town...and this folks, is the view from my front porch.

Needle Felting Class...in photos

2011-11-15T17:17:00.000-06:00

Sue, Uly, Julie and Danielle try their

hand at Needle Felting

The finished project will be used for
their own personal cup cozy

Isn't this cute!

Special thanks to artist and instructor, Michelle Morlan. Watch for more classes to be offered at the New Virginia location after the first of the year.

Sign's up...Open Sign is out!

2011-11-11T16:49:00.001-06:00

103 East Salem Avenue...SE corner of The Square

The sign is up...and a huge shout out to Parker Signs and Graphics, Indianola for a terrific job. Just what I had pictured in my mind.

Our Indianola location has been open one week today; I can't thank the community members and city~county leaders enough for the huge welcome.

Greatly appreciated and encouraging! Thanks, also, to the Indianola Record-~Herald for the nice article about the new location.

Open Thursday thru Saturday in Indianola, 10:00-5:00 weekly. Groups and bus tours by appointment. Welcoming our first bus next Thursday. Ribbon Cutting to follow at 11:00. Here's your invite to stop in on the 17th and be a part of the fun.

Have you 'LIKED' Burlap and Roses and Burlap & Roses boutique and home goods on FACEBOOK yet?

The shop in photos.

Whatever your dreams...

2011-11-07T06:49:00.001-06:00

I saw this posting today on Facebook. I like it...

"Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius and power and magic in it….Thinking is easy, acting is difficult, and to put one’s thoughts into action is the most difficult thing in the world." ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

What do you dream to do? Have? Be? Start planning today, your dreams will be reality sooner than you think.

Be Inspired, Be an Inspiration!

Your life...is it inspiring?

2011-10-11T07:34:00.000-05:00

Sharing from a Pinterest post.

Fun at the Voltmer Farm...poem by my nephew, Riley

2011-10-10T22:37:00.000-05:00

My sister writes: Was going through some of Riley's folders from last year and came across this:

I Remember

By Riley

The drive down was long

But always worth the time

Never anything really planned

But fun is always had

One year was full of fishing

Reeling one in after another

It was fun then but,

Fish never bit again

The pond might as well be empty now

Because now we never reel anything in

It doesn't matter what we do

Shooting things

Riding four wheelers

Bailing hay

Swimming

It's always fun down at the Voltmer farm

Thought you might enjoy that!! Thanks for providing a haven for us! :)

Gina

With a pop, grind, gurgle and screech...

2011-10-05T10:53:00.000-05:00

After years of not having any crop, Steve planted and is harvesting the beans today. Great memories ensue...memories of our early days of dating and marriage. Nice memories!

With a pop, a grind, gurgle and screech, the combine sputtered to life. With what seemed like a bit of a hop, it chugged its way towards the field with a very happy man at the wheel. You can take the boy from farming, but you can't take the farming out of the boy.

When we started dating...24 years ago, my hubs row cropped a few hundred acres. As the years went by, slowly but surely, so did the acres. Not for any reason, other than getting a ready made family meant less "single" time and more family time. Working full-time and adding the responsibility of a wife and kids, it was time to put the row crop to the side. With the nest empty now, our time is a bit more of our own.

I didn't realize how much I missed that part of our life...I'm glad I'm home to see it, hear it, smell it. With a pop, a grind, gurgle and screech, harvest has begun!

Irish Luck...

2011-09-29T17:43:00.002-05:00

Irish Luck -

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

'I want to repay you,' said the nobleman. 'You saved my son's life.'

'No, I can't accept payment for what I did,' the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

'Is that your son?' the nobleman asked.
'Yes,' the farmer replied proudly.

'I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.' And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Freshly delightful "boutique" area added

2011-09-28T11:40:00.097-05:00

Adding gently used clothing to the line up at Burlap & Roses. In addition, partnering with the unique and fun and lovely re~purposed jewelry and fashion accessories: Keepsakes by Kristi and Lulu's Upcycling Lounge, create, makes the 'boutique' area a freshly delightful spot in the shop.

Like the outfits to the left...Great fall looks for a variety of outings. The denim jacket is paired with a two piece green appliqued gauze shirt and accessorizes with a great handmade scarf, fabric lapel pin and repurposed necklace. Jacket and shirt, plus size.

All other pieces are in jr/miss sizes (4-10). Fall into winter...

Several jackets...just perfect for fall are teamed with lovely neck ware...midgies, long and lean, fun and furry. Make sure you check them out.

Black velvet shown with vintage pearls and a sweet brooch made from upcycled ties.


Corduroy w/buckles

Before we know it, Christmas will be here and gift giving will be on our minds. For something unique and fun, creative and delightful, consider these great finds:

fun and festive earrings

upcycled ties & zipper

I turn 50 today...here's advise from a 90 year old.

2011-09-22T07:57:00.000-05:00

Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old. This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!!

"To celebrate growing older”, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written.

My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Change the way you think.

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.

8. Release your children when they become adults, it’s their life now

9. Save for retirement starting with your first pay cheque.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.

12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.

13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye.

16. Take a deep breath It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Just because you believe you are right, doesn't mean you are. Keep an open mind.

23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. Your job is to love your children, not choose who they should love.

35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come...

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield..

45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."

Well...some things got left behind

2011-09-19T11:02:00.000-05:00

We left early Wednesday morning...destination Shakopee, MN. As usual, when the mind settles down a bit, I started to remember the things I forgot to take: post office window, a huge clock, and a few other things. Always too far from home to turn back, I just had to let it go. So, the win is for those who've had their eye on these things...they are still there, or will be coming to the shop from my studio garage.

We happened to come upon a good sale on our way home, so we added to our left overs from the Junk Bonanza and have a camper full of "goods".

Steve was able to implement my designs of flowers and a fish...I have more I need to get down on paper. With my ideas and his welding and finishing detail skills, we make a pretty good team. All of his hand crafted items SOLD...which made him SOLD on the idea to do more. At the sale, we found some great pieces that can be implemented into more designs. A fun, fun, sale.

It was so nice to see my "old" pals from last year's B and I had the pleasure of meeting some new booth buddies. Here's a shout out to: Robin Hanson of Vintage Style Market
in Annadale, MN. A wonderful selection of vintage clothes...oh to be super small~I'd have had me some new "old" clothes.

The Bonanza was fun! Creativity breeds creativity...it's inspiring to be around so much energy, and positive vibes. First things first...the camper needs to be emptied, then on to getting Burlap & Roses back in order for this weekend. No rest for the weary!

B&R FANS. Heading north next weekend for the JUNK BONANZA?

2011-09-10T15:03:00.004-05:00

Hey all you Burlap & Roses FANS. Are you heading north next weekend for the JUNK BONANZA? I'll be in booth 310...stop in and see me. Also, if you're bringing the family or would like to come, except for family, bring them along and send dad and the kids to the Nation's Largest Corn Maze: Sever's Corn Maze, Shakopee, MN. Info. from BHG magazine. The information states this is it's 15th year. Confirm open dates!

Vintage signs for your cabin/cottage get away

Post office cage

Stuff for the fishing enthusiast, cabin or cottage decor

rusty.refreshed.refin

Many of the vendors that you met and follow from the Junk Jubilee will be at Junk Bonanza...PLUS so many others! You'll enjoy the creative energy, unique displays and festive atmosphere of the event. Here's just a few of the items that'll be packed up and heading north with me.

Shakopee, Minn. is SW of Minneapolis and is a very E-Z drive, straight up I-35, then west. Get you map or GPS ready to go. See you next Thursday-Saturday, Sept. 15th-17th...booth 310/Side Building

Go PINK with B&R and CS508 in October

2011-09-09T16:01:00.000-05:00

Go pink

With

Burlap & Roses

and Coffee Shop 508

October…10% B&R sales to

Susan G Komen

Open Thurs-Sat 9-3

Thurs eve 5-8 & Sunday 12-3

508 West St. New Virginia 515-238-7720

http://shopkeeper508.blogspot.com

Closed Sept. 15-18th

It's feeling like fall out there today!

2011-09-06T11:53:00.001-05:00

How was your weekend? Did you have to Labor or were you lucky enough to have a long weekend? I hope the later. A day off is good for the soul...attitude...well being. My family hosted a family reunion and it was wonderful. The wind put a bit of a damper on the fun and festivities...and my decorating ambitions, but, overall...it was successful.

One of the reasons I wanted to do the reunion was a spin off of a slumber party I had with my aunts a couple of years ago. I had written questions down that I wanted to ask...to "get to know them" for posterity. So much has been lost through the generations and I wanted to get it written down. The aunts loved it and so did I. At my cousin's get-together last fall, I shared the questions/answers with them...and, they too, loved it.

So, we did a mini version with four generations present. Young and old alike sat in a large circle and the questions were directed to the "elders" in the group. I think we all learned something new through this. It's something that I hope to continue...while we can ask and those amongst us can answer.

I encourage you to do this, too. If you're needing help getting started, Burlap & Roses carries Table Topics, conversation starters. You'd be surprised by the interest level of the teens and twenty somethings. It's their history. The elders enjoy reminiscing and those in between get to share and learn, too. Versions for friends, dinner parties are available, too. A great gift!

This past weekend at Burlap & Roses was one of the funnest I think I've had. Several new customers came in and I was excited by the creative energy of one group. They found many items for "projects". They are just getting their biz up and running. Can't wait to see what they do with their finds. I met a gal who stopped in on her way for a bike ride~starting at Burlap & Roses, where she fueled herself with a delicious muffin and coffee, bought a cute t-shirt, before heading to the bike trail at Martensdale and onto Des Moines and back to Burlap & Roses to get her car. I sent her a message and she replied that she had made it home safely. I thought about her several times during the afternoon and evening.

Saturday brought in three sisters who I enjoy immensely. Becki emailed to reserve a table for three for lunch. She asked if I was ready for the Brommel Girls. I replied, "always ready for some Brommel Girl's Happiness."

I'm living my dream...it wouldn't be possible without the encouragement, support and most of all my customers! I do not neglect or take this fact for granted. Thanks one and all.

I'm enjoying the creative energy as I prep for Junk Bonanza

2011-09-01T00:21:00.000-05:00

Just a couple short weeks and I'll be on my way to my second vending experience at the Junk Bonanza. I'm so excited to return to this venue with my wares. I've been busy...

https://www.facebook.com/notes/junk-bonanza/vendor-profile-burlap-roses/10150341885846208

Here's a sample of two of my projects...

If you haven't already done so, I encourage you to pick up a copy of the newest Flea Markety Style magazine...
It's filled with inspiration and ideas and lots and lots of eye candy.

Hope to see you at the Junk Bonanza, Sept. 15th-17th.

In the meantime, Burlap & Roses and Coffee Shop 508 are open for business. Thurs-Sat. 9-3, Thurs. evening 5-8 and Sunday noon to 3.

Please note that B&R and CS508 will be closed this Sunday, Sept. 4th to spend some time with family at a reunion at our farm.

The shops will be closed Sept. 15th-17th while I'm at the Bonanza.

To follow B&R/CS508, please "LIKE" Burlap & Roses on Facebook.

Have a fun and safe Labor Day.

REMINDER...B&R will be CLOSED

2011-08-29T14:26:00.000-05:00

Please remember, Burlap & Roses and Coffee Shop 508 will be closed Sunday, September 4th. Have a safe and fun Labor Day on Monday...

Tag, Red Rover, London Bridge...

2011-08-27T14:21:00.000-05:00

Sweetness. Thursday evening, as I left Burlap & Roses, the neighborhood kids were out playing in their yard. Squeals of laughter could be heard. It reminded me of the many games of tag, Red Rover and London Bridge, I and my cousins would play when we all gathered at my Great Grandma Breton's. I cherish all of it!

I prefer "Vintage Chic"

2011-08-12T13:22:00.000-05:00

Rachel Ashwell coined the phrase, "Shabby Chic", thus giving a name to a style of decorating that I have come to believe describes a "homegrown" lifestyle decorating theme. I prefer the phrase, "Vintage Chic"...taking those memories of our past, memories of grandma's house, a favorite aunt or family friend, and tangibly replicating them in our homes.

gr. aunt ada and me ca '62

Maybe it's a time-worn quilt, now made into an overstuffed pillow, the cup and saucer grandma sipped from, an old pastoral photo of sheep grazing~a memory of Aunt Ada. Maybe it's a cookie jar, a lamp you read by, a postcard you received...faded fabric, overstuffed chairs, wicker on the wrap porch, birdhouses and birdsong, picket fences, yard games, pretty dishes, a garden rhapsody. Whatever it is, it conjures up those comfortable, cozy feelings we're reminded of. Now, we want them in our present and our future...

"Vintage Chic"~old or new items (successfully made to look old) is a relaxed, comfortable and familiar style of living~unpretentious and inviting...but always very CHIC. Beth Cort-Voltmer 2003

You've acquired a vintage cottage/cabin...how would you decorate it?

2011-08-11T19:32:00.000-05:00

I'm readying my mind for the upcoming Junk Bonanza in Shakopee, Minn., middle September. Planning and pickin' as I get the chance. What's hot now in the VINTAGE home? Decor? Trends? Colors? I love it! I know what sold last year...will the same kind of things sell this time? I'll go with a variety of merchandise for a variety of decorating styles. Burlap & Roses offers that kind of thing, too, and it's very favorable to those who visit the shop.

We had the pleasure of spending a few days in Okoboji, Iowa, this past weekend and got to do a bit of "pickin" at the nice antique shops. Found a couple "just for me" contacts, too. We even hit a few garage sales on Highway 141 on the way up. By the way, this annual garage sale event, which goes for miles has really grown since I attended the first one years ago.

As I was going about the pickin' part, I began with this thought and also posed this question on the Burlap & Roses Facebook page:

You have just acquired a vintage cabin/cottage on a cool, vintage lake...how do you decorate it? (Please go to my FB page, by clicking on the link above, "LIKE" it, and answer the question for yourself.)

So, that's how I'm going about this venture. So far, six people have chosen: Cottage Style; 3 for Rustic Vintage Cabin; and one chose, Beechy Keen. What would you choose? If you're planning to go to the Bonanza, what will you be looking for?

So far, in my arsenal, I have an assortment of typography, some kitschy decor, a few vintage signs and more...I'm having a blast. Check out the Junk Bonanza website, just click on the link above and start following their page and blog. While you're there, register for the drawing for the Junk Bonanza Giveaway, too.

Autumn Cottage...a real "got to have" publication

2011-08-01T09:04:00.004-05:00

I was so excited to pull my issue of this bookazine out of the mailbox. From the cover to the back, it's eye candy for the heart and soul of us who love all things home, family, entertaining and AUTUMN.

Enjoy!

Click here to go straight to the order page at Hoffman Media.
http://www3.mailordercentral.com/hoffmanmedia/prodinfo.asp?number=HM-AUTCOTTAGE-11

Guest Chef at Burlap & Roses

2011-07-31T12:51:00.000-05:00

Next weekend, I'll be taking a couple days off. BUT, Coffee Shop 508 and Burlap & Roses will be open as usual.

Thursday and Friday, I'll be there.

On Saturday, guest chef, Lois Stanley, will be there...if you've had any of Lois' catering, you know you're in for a treat. If not, trust me, she's a good cooker!

Courtney Stanley , will be manning the shop on Saturday and Sunday. ON SUNDAY, the coffee shop will be closed.

Please plan to come in and say "hello" to these gals, have a cuppa, lunch, or see what is available at Burlap & Roses and Coffee Shop 508.

Tricked out apartment...Burlap & Roses style

2011-07-24T18:28:00.002-05:00

Our youngest daughter graduated from college last December and acquired full-time employment at Honey Creek Resort on Lake Rathbun near Centerville, Iowa, where she had interned the previous summer.

Excitement ensued as she and I spent a couple days apartment shopping. We found the perfect place and Mackenzy graciously let me trick out her apartment with items from Burlap & Roses... and a few pieces from home, too.

Her main room is one open area, so we set out to make a couple "defined" areas. Above left, we set up a small bar area, complete with the once "used as a check out counter" cabinet. One side has doors to hold extra supplies and an area for mixing drinks. On top, we added a vintage tablecloth, folded into a triangle shape in the red/black and cream color scheme. Two black iron stools offer add'l seating when entertaining guests. The wall board in the back was picked up at a garage sale Mackenzy and I went to years ago. It's the perfect backdrop for the "bar" area and she's personalized it with her photos and art.

In the living area, a loveseat, slip covered in cream, signifies the seating area. The side and coffee tables came from Burlap & Roses, New Virginia. The black armoir has been used in various places in our home, and is a great addition to the living room in the apartment.

In the photo to the left, on what was a huge blank white wall, we hung a vintage, handmade quilt, which warmed up the space and gave it a punch of color...which was needed.

The magazine rack came out of inventory, too. the pillows were re-used from home.

In the picture to the right, the artwork, tweaked by repainting what was pink and changing it to a deep red and then using glitter on the mouth, makes for a unique and modern look to the otherwise, vintage pieces. Below the painting, another piece from the inventory at Burlap & Roses.

Mackenzy utilizes a black Love Sac chair and a leopard patterned butterfly chair for additional seating.

A vintage red faux leather chair can be brought to the seating area if more is needed. Otherwise, it sits just outside the opening to her kitchen. On the other side of the doorway, Mackenzy has situated another black iron stool with her laptop computer stand...another great "spot" for her when she's working on her photography, chatting on FB or surfing the net.

Moving on to her bedroom area, a vintage iron bed, bedside tables, lamps and small loveseat make their home in this space. Blending vintage and new, Mackenzy found the bedspread (first) and everything else just matched up perfectly.

The side table and magazine rack are from Burlap & Roses

This dresser made its way to a small alcove in the corner. This piece, too, has been in use throughout the years in our home. Painted cream and shabbied up, it's stood the test of time.

Mackenzy's middle name is Grace, named after her Great Grandma Grace, who passed away just 4 days before she was born. These vintage letters were just the right thing for the built in shelf at the landing of the stairway. She's added other pieces around it and it's turned out to be a real cute area.

The apartment turned out so cute and is just perfect for Mackenzy's laid back, comfortable and inviting style. She's quite at home there and it's a great place to come home to. Being thrifty is in, quite charming and definitely offers a unique and customized style, and is INSPIRING.

Do you have an INSPIRED space to share? Please share your photos with me and your story at: myfrontporch4500@yahoo.com. I may feature you in one of my future blog postings.

What Inspires my creativity at home?

2011-07-13T11:03:00.009-05:00

I'm often asked, by those who shop at Burlap & Roses, "is your house decorated with this kind of stuff?" And, I have to answer, "not really". I have bits and pieces, combining vintage with new. You'll find the shabby and chippy things in my garden areas by way of birdhouses, garden decor, Adirondack chairs at the beach/pond...maybe a table or two at chair side, but for the most part...shabby and chippy are not part of my decor...however, if I lived in a cottage on a lake...IT.WOULD.BE.THERE.

this photo shows our remodeled kitchen/DR. You can see the color scheme, pine flooring and woodwork. The table is an Ethan Allen, found at a garage sale years ago. I stripped it and applied new paint in a creamy white, sanded it in all the right places. It's been in our family for over 20 years.

For the most part, I'm inclined to decorate with clean lines, an uncluttered look (not to be confused with "clutter" from magazines, laundry and mail ; ~l ) I prefer reds and golds in my color choices. I've tried to go "all white" or neutral and it just doesn't work for me. I've done one room in a periwinkle blue, and it just doesn't appeal to me the same way...although I think it's pretty. Red and golds are in the bedding. Red stirs something in me. An energy. Gold cozies things up a bit.

I'm definitely a "purist" and prefer organic materials: cotton, linen, burlap, wood, ...lots of texture. I'm turned off by plastic and vinyl...thus, the siding that encompasses my exterior would be down in a heartbeat if our budget would allow...same with the blinds at my windows. But, I have to pick my budget battles! And, I will say, vinyl has it's place and looks nice. I just happen to like vintage homes and original...everything, if I can have it.

Our home ca. 2009

Much of my decorating is defined by the house...what it calls for. A typical 4-square farm house, it has original woodwork throughout. Straight-lined, the woodwork does not have fancy fret work or hand carved details. It's very simple...which I like. Anything that would be froo~frooie or Victorian would not appeal to me. And, I most likely would not purchase a house with that look...pretty, just not me.

Pine floor boards call for an understated, casual look. I love hand braided or area rugs to define a sitting area. I have a couple vintage hand braided rugs that I just love and have had for awhile.


The Rooster Room

One of the things I enjoy most...both at home, and in purchasing for Burlap & Roses, is to replicate, more affordably and creatively, the looks found in Pottery Barn, Ballard Design or Garnet Hill catalogs. The Pottery Barn look is very appealing to me. I have PB, BD and GH items in my decor. Mostly in bedding. I would have lots and lots if my budget allowed. So, for me, the challenge to recreate is what's fun. It's what drives my creativity.

What Inspires your creativity at home?

How does this photo make you feel?

2011-07-12T10:26:00.000-05:00

I have a file on my computer of photos that INSPIRE me. I have several collections of these files...only not as nice and neat. For years...and years and years, I've torn out fav photos from magazines to my family's dismay. I stack them, I sort them, I look through them time and again. It's eye candy...it's fuel for my creative soul, it's my favorite pastime. My "old fashion" files and drawers are overflowing.

I've found the website: Pinterest. Check it out...it's a great way to save your favorite photos and things...I've just recently become introduced to it, so I'm not sure what all can be done...but, I can pin the photos that INSPIRE me right to this site and walla...I have another collection!

Sometimes, when I look through the stacks of INSPIRATION, I'll find a picture or two that I'm not quite sure why I've included it. I'll look and look at it, trying to find the appeal. This does not happen often, as my tastes usually run true and I definitely have a "look" that comes through over and over again. I'll toss them out, only wanting to crowd my "files" with what truly INSPIRES me!

Such is the photo above. It's light and bright and I can see myself there...I like to think about how I'd tweak it for my own personal taste, and I would definitely have a red coverlet over the blue. But, the blue is pleasant.

What about you...do you like this photo? What feelings does it evoke in you? Would you keep it the same or make some changes to reflect your personal taste? Share your thoughts with me. And make today an INSPIRING day!

Summon the will...

2011-07-05T09:38:00.000-05:00

“So many of our dreams at first seems impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.” (((♥))) ~Christopher Reeve

Have you, do you, find this is true in your life?

Leave a comment and tell me when this has came true for you.

After two months of the new gig...I'm liking it

2011-07-01T14:46:00.000-05:00

Burlap & Roses, formerly known as Vintage Home & Garden, in New Virginia, Iowa has opened it's doors with permanent WEEKLY hours. In business since 2002, Burlap & Roses was an occasional sale with periodic monthly sale events. With the opening this spring, several changes have occured...making it more shopper friendly. So far...it's been a huge success and I anticipate it growing even more. I'm so happy with my change and am so grateful to those who have stopped by to chat, purchase something or visit with their friends over coffee and a goodie. It's just what I pictured it'd be like.

I put my 16 year career in real estate on hiatus, wanting to pursue my desire for a more creative and inspiring venture. I put my real estate license in referral on

December 31, 2010 and have not looked back. The shop, formerly known as Vintage Home & Garden has been open for 9 years, but has been mostly an "occasional" sale event. Now OPEN every weekend, inc. Thursday day and evening~I'm so pumped and encouraged by this next phase of my life. The support has been incredible both locally and within the "golden circle". I've always had a great following from the Des Moines Metro area, Osceola and southern Iowa. Now, being open more often and regularly, I feel I can offer something to the community by way of gifts, the occasional floral delivery(silks and drieds) cards, etc. As well as fun things for the home, garden and the person."

Housed in one of the oldest buildings in New Virginia, the building was originally a meat locker with various professionals located in the front at different times. The upper level, which is now a loft-like apartment, was home to the telephone operator. "I've enjoyed hearing the many stories from those 60'ish and older who remember coming with their parent...mostly their mom, to pay the phone bill. The story goes that the operator "always listened in" to the phone conversations. A story that could be told in most areas, I'm sure."

Offering a combination of vintage and vintage inspired "new" merchandise, there is something for most every taste. Following the trends of industrial and farm chic, recycled and repurposed vintage items, such as jewelry, hair accessories, etc. Shabby Chic, prims and more. The creativity of individuals is quite something and fun to be around. I have a few artists/junkers who consign with me. With my time being freed up from other obligations, I am able to do my own creating, which is something I can't get enough of. Whether it's repainting furniture, updating a seat cushion, floral design or upcycling vintage insulators...I'm all about it, never tiring from the process.

With the other changes, Coffee Shop 508 has been added as a full service, but simple, coffee shop offering weekly menus of lite, but delicious entrees, hot and cold beverages and sweet treats...brownie sundaes, cakes or pies, muffins, yogurt parfaits, etc. All homemade with fresh ingredients when available...the coffee shop has been a great hit~and allot of fun for me. "More fun than I was expecting"

Hours are: Thursday thru Saturday 9-3, Thursday evenings 5-8 and Sunday, noon to 3. Groups are requested to make reservations for the coffee shop. I will open by appointment for bus tours, red hatters and other groups...and for the individual. Http://shopkeeper508.blogspot.com, 515-238-7720 or myfrontporch4500@yahoo.com

Burlap & Roses, f.n.a. Vintage Home and Garden

2011-06-28T17:37:00.000-05:00

Burlap & Roses was formerly known as Vintage Home & Garden. At the end of December, 2010, I left my 16 year career in real estate to pursue my passion~Burlap & Roses with Coffee Shop 508. I have not looked back.

Keep tabs on My Inspired Life's blog...here is where my writings are posted, information about Burlap & Roses and Coffee Shop 508 can be found, other items of interest and always, a place to be inspired.

To LIKE Burlap & Roses on Facebook...please go to: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Burlap-Roses/177248165653789 and click on the LIKE button at the top of the page, to the right of the Name.

The MENU this week

2011-06-22T12:48:00.000-05:00

This week's menu at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Burlap-Roses/177248165653789

Fresh salad greens with chicken, corn, avocado...

in a cilantro lime dressing, served with a bread stick

and fruit salad

Bacon Quiche served with fruit salad and yogurt muffin

Ham or Turkey In a pita with lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, red onion, and special dressing, served with fruit salad

Meal includes: iced tea or lemonade $8.50

Desserts: Cherry Cheesecake, Coconut Cream Cake or Brownie Sundaes $3.50

For the kiddos: Hot Dogs...they never seem to tire of them do they? $1.50

No chicken salad this week. Trying something new.

Groups of 3 or more...please give me a shout out ahead of time if you can...I don't want to disappoint...and want to have plenty of options available. Thanks!

Also, final call for the Jr. Junkers Club event, tomorrow, June 23rd, 3-5 promptly. $5.00 includes make and take project and a treat. Ages 10-12'ish...parents decide a year or two either direction on ability. Thanks.

Burlap & Roses

Coffee Shop 508

508 West Street

New Virginia, Iowa 50210

515-238-7720

(Between Missouri & WDes Moines on I-35 approx. 40 miles from either direction)

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"Change and growth take place when a person has risked himself and dares to become involved with experimenting with his own life."

-Herbert Otto

It's All About Small Town Living and Believing

2011-06-17T11:47:00.000-05:00

Photo by Daniels Photo fx,

I just read this on another person's page. I think it's relative to every small town in America. The only thing I'd change is: "waiting to be RE-discovered" Small towns and the entrepreneurial spirit is what this country is built on. What do you think?

Main St. Mercantile, Ft. Scott. Hrs. Sat. only 10-5. I told Sherri I'd tell you about her. We visited about sm. towns, "diamonds in the rough" she called 'em."waiting to be discovered.""It's all about seeing the glass 1/2 full & not 1/2 empty." she added. She's surrounded by buildings for sale,works a "day job" yet soldiers on with a smile, believing she just beat the rush. I love enthusiastic, hardworking, put your shoulder to the wheel & never look back entrepreneurs!

Typical Menu...Coffee Shop 508 @Burlap & Roses

2011-06-16T17:13:00.000-05:00

Menu at Coffee Shop 508 for the weekend:

Mixed greens salad with chicken breast.
Chicken salad on croissant or whole wheat pita pocket
Turkey or Ham with cheese on croissant, pita or white bread
Pasta salad with tuna and peas...yummo!
Coconut Cream Cake...Fantabulouso!
Hot Dogs for the kiddos
Brownie Sundaes
Ice Cream Floats
Sherbet
Popcicles
Scotcharoos
Homemade Muffins
Chips, soda, hot and cold caffeine

It's just that kind of day...mellow, introspective, pleasant

2011-06-16T11:40:00.000-05:00

I'm at Burlap & Roses with Jewell's music in the background. Never realized just how much I like it. Gonna put on some Eva Cassidy, too. It's just that kind of day here...mellow, introspective and pleasant.

Do you know where this tree is at in California? It's amazing~

What kind of a day are you having?

Just what is...Ephmera?

2011-06-07T09:40:00.000-05:00

A word used in today's restyled~repurposed~refreshed world. Ephemera...here's a definition of the word.

ephemera plural : paper items (as posters, broadsides, and tickets) that were originally meant to be discarded after use but have since become collectibles.

I'm reminded of the many pieces of ephemera located in my scrapbook of my earlier years. Once again, I realize that I've loved doing this type of thing all my life...and, I wonder, why do we move so far from an "authentic" life~only to come back to it, if we're true to ourselves, our dreams, our desires. Those things that make our heart beat faster, our minds come alive with creativity and our souls are happy...really, really happy!

I'm INSPIRED to gather some and get to creating! Have an INSPIRED day and be an INSPIRATION!

From the Great Gatsby via Country Living Magazine June 11

2011-06-03T14:26:00.000-05:00

"I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Pepsi...in a bottle!

2011-05-28T15:04:00.000-05:00

I'm a story teller of sorts. The older I've gotten, the more of a story teller I've become. The other day, at my shop, some of the neighborhood kids were over and I was telling them of the penny candy we used to get at the neighborhood grocery stores.

I would love to have penny candy in my shop, but that's not possible now days...so, I did the next best thing and found "nickel" candy. Still cheap and something the kids can stop by and buy a piece or two and have the same fond memories that I and my cousins have. Others, too, have experienced the same thing from their childhood.

The kids come in and lift off the lid of the old fashion glass container and pick out their favorites. The tinkling of the lid, as it goes back, makes me wonder back to the "good ol' days".

The mother of the kids came by the other day and was telling me how excited her Joe was about the nickel candy and the story I had told them. Who would have guessed that would be the case? It made me happy to know that he listened and remembered and felt it important to tell his mom.

At some point in our conversations, I had mentioned Pepsi in glass bottles and how I would love to have one. Well, today, to my surprise, in walked one of the girls holding out to me a glass bottle of Pepsi. She said, "I have something for you" with excitement in her voice. I came around the corner, saw the bottle in her outstretched hand, as she was saying, "I saw this and thought of you".

Made my day. It's the littlest things that bring a smile to my face. I could see, on her face, that she was as gleeful about it as I was.

I went right to the kitchen of the coffee shop and opened, right then and there, and took a big swig! Remember the tinny taste on the mouth of the bottle from the metal lid. It was there. Cool and refreshing. One gulp, two gulps...ahhhhh!

Now, what would absolutely complete this picture for me, would be my family...an aunt and uncle or two and cousins, gathered at my grandparents on a Saturday night, with homemade hamburgers, Highland Potato chips, and AE Dairy toasted onion chip dip for supper. In the background would be music and song, as the Lawrence Welk show played on.

Thanks, sweet Danielle for thinking of mr and giving me an afternoon of memories to think on while I cleaned the afternoon away...stopping long enough for a quick, smooth sip of my glass bottled Pepsi. She didn't realize that what she really had for me was a blissful memory of my past.

Doing what I love...makes all the difference

2011-04-29T11:13:00.005-05:00

I've spent the last couple weeks up at my shop, Burlap & Roses...trying to restyle every last inch of it and freshen it up a bit. It's a daunting task...ask my mom. She came and got the kitchen area all spruced up. It's ready to go! Thanks, Mom!

In between rain drops, I moved everything out of the garden shed, power washed what I could, spritzing and spraying everything else. It's a garden shed...you'll have to forgive me if it's not completely pristine. I've neglected this area for the last couple of years. It'll be so much more put together this season. I can't wait for my "guests" to visit.

Prior to this year, 2011, I had another full-time career in real estate. It was fun and fulfilling for me until about the last 4 years. I've been in real estate for 15 years. I decided to get out of the business right around December 1, 2010 and have not looked back. The difficulty is always in making the final decision. For 4 years, it weighed on me. Once that was done, I was free to move on with my life and get down to the business of living my bliss.

When I had responsibilities to the buyers and sellers, I had the pleasure to work with, it seemed like I was always running from here to there, always watching the clock, the cell phone, email and such; stressed to the gills and worrying that someone wouldn't think I was paying enough attention to them and their needs. I "knew" I was, but it was always a concern that I had.

As I work at the shop or at home on various projects for Burlap & Roses, I still find myself "heading to check on" one thing or another. Then, as if a continual weight is lifted from my shoulders, I remember that I don't have to do that anymore. I relax and remember that I'm doing all that I have to do now. Following my BLISS, I continue on!

I get inspired by many, many things. People, places and things. Mostly, I get inspired by the beautiful pictures of compelling vignettes, artistry and creativity of others in home decor magazines and now through the many "friends" I have made on Facebook. Inspiration is found in some of the most amazing places, and sometimes, in just the simplest thing~

Doing what I love has made all the difference in my life. I invite you to share with me in my journey.

Revisiting a "vintage" thing...the Library

2011-04-20T10:13:00.000-05:00

My latest read!

I just closed the book I've been reading...the last page~goodbye. It was good... suspenseful, dangerous, but a love story...I'd say not my typical read.

I checked the book out of the New Virginia Library. We've been frequenting it here lately; tiring of the expense of buying books...of which I will still do for my own library. I've often thought, through the years that I should go to the library for books, but just didn't do it. I shall do it more often now.

As a young girl, my mom would take us to the library all of the time. I can still picture it in my mind. I think it's still there...it should be! If I remember correctly, it was rather new at that time. It'd be considered "vintage" now. But, "vintage" makes it even better in my mind. There is just something about a library that makes it special to me. Volumes and volumes of history, story telling, fact and fiction. Rows and rows of shelving, standing end to end like soldiers.

On my shelves

Many a class history paper was written after spending hours at the library looking at an encyclopedia...what an old fashion thing...even for me. I love Google and use it often. But, whenever I run across an old encyclopedia, atlas book or history in pictures book...I have to take a minute to touch it, feel it, even smell it. I've purchased many. There.is.nothing.like.it.

Just one of my bookshelves

I LOVE books~the reading of them, the look, the feel of them in my hand...even their scent. Some are more comfortable than others. Their size can be cumbersome or comfortable. You can tell the age of a book just by it's scent. The yellowing of the pages adds to the charm. I've even started designing with them, the ones that have been forgotten, mistreated, damaged.

I am a book and magazine junkie. I've tried to get my fix on the internet...but, it's just not the same. I truly am sickened by the thought of a bookstore closing and how horrifying if a library would close. This alone is reason enough for me to support my local library...both in reading and donating.

I sat in the library at our high school a couple of months ago for a meeting and it felt so good to be there. A place of peace and plenty for me as a young girl...I was taken back to my school days and the memories made there. I don't know where my earliest love of books came from. Maybe from being read a Little Golden Book as a wee one. My youngest daughter found some of them at a resale shop a while ago...ones she remembers from her childhood and she bought them; for her niece and new little ones to come... maybe her own children some day.

I find it so lovely that now, for baby showers, so much of the time, books are given in lieu of a card. The giver writes a little note on the inside and signs it. What a terrific way to start a library for ones own. The tradition and timeworn sensibility is continued for generations to come. I can picture my grandchildren's chubby little hands holding them, bringing them to their mommy, daddy, grandpa or me for a little cuddle and reading time. I want them to love books...the reading of them, the look, the feel of them in their hand...even their scent.

Lessons learned and new understandings...and I have FAITH

2011-04-12T10:46:00.013-05:00

My cousin made a comment the other day on Facebook regarding her happiness and contentment in her life. She finished the statement off with "Thank you, Lord!" Yes, thank you Lord!

I responded with this, "The hard part is having Faith in Him when things aren't so rosy...but, Faith I do have and that gets me through the rough spots." And, it does!

At the end of last year, December 31, 2010, exactly; I took a leap of faith and put my real estate license into referral. I've never looked back. I applied for several jobs~now I have an understanding and empathy for the unemployed looking. See, a lesson learned and a new understanding. I gave it a few weeks, then I had to make a decision. I also believe that a job never came about because my heart and soul is with my shop and the expansion of it, developing the B&B and making better use of our farm in "today's" market.

I've never been one to put my goals in writing and map out a plan to achieve them. This has been no different! I'm haphazard that way...but, I know my heart and I know where it leads me. It's not on paper, but it's in my head. I decided it was time to "follow my own advise" to so many others, "if you do what you love, what makes you tick, success will come!" AND, I turn 50 this year, and I can't think of a better time or age to make a change!

My hubs and children have not been so "excited" about what I've done, wondering "what is she thinking," I'm sure. It's not been the wisest thing financially, either. However, let me stress here, I was in real estate...an independent contractor, and with that, no sales~no moola; so, having a steady and normal income is not something our household was used to. And, real estate has been ODD at best the past few years. I enjoyed much success in real estate...it just didn't hold my interest anymore. As I said, I've not looked back.

Now, what my hubs has witnessed is how things just come together and weave themselves in and out of our life. One thing leads to another and things just take shape. He said to me one day, "it is funny how things just seem to come together for you". Oh, ye of little faith. I live with gratitude in my heart, mind talks with God all the time...and Faith.

I'm reminded of this constantly. As I said, leaving a career in real estate may not have been the best decision~OR, maybe it has been! When the other stresses and demands on me are gone, I can get to the business of my LIFE. The life I'm supposed to live...the life I have imagined.

We also had an investment property that was draining us financially... Something had to go...and it did~we sold it!!! I hope we never get to where we were again. I like living a more "authentic" life, where less is more! Lessons learned and new understandings.

We're strapped like we've never been before. It's been fun, actually! I shop wiser, we eat at home more, and my meals are planned with longevity and frugality in mind. We started getting books at the library, instead of purchasing them. I put things back on the shelf that I otherwise would have purchased without a thought. We got rid of the frivolity in our household...no home phone, we didn't use it anyway! The Directv is out of our budget, too. It's all been well and good. I actually think I could live without t.v. completely. I find I'm more active and look forward to creating, rather than watching a program. It's really, really been good. And, regular t.v. offers more than just a few channels now...who knew? If anything, I have gotten "wiser" as to what I spend, where and when. It's certainly been a time of adjustment...but like I said, it's been really, really good!

I'll sell something from the shop when I'm there working, a forgotten refund check will come; I say "NO" more, rather than "Yes" to everything. And, I've put it out there. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed. I'm willing to sacrifice for the things I really want. My life is more in balance and I'm happy and content!

And, I have FAITH. I always have had. I've always felt that I had guidance and safety from the Man upstairs. He's led me thus far and he'll lead me further. With that said, if I fail, my Faith in Him will continue...it always has. He's never forsaken me. I.Have.Been.Tested. There's always a lesson learned, a new understanding that one would never have had, if they had not walked down a certain path, taken a different turn or kept the monkeys on their back.

Here's a funny thing...I'm finding dropped coins all the time. Not just pennies, but nickels and dimes. Each time I see one, I'm reminded that God does provide. Sometimes I pick them up and sometimes I leave them, hoping someone who really needs them will find them. It's just a gentle reminder to me...it inspires me!

"The hard part is having Faith in Him when things aren't so rosy...but, Faith I do have and that gets me through the rough spots." Lessons learned and new understandings...and, I have FAITH!

How does it happen...

2011-03-26T11:17:00.001-05:00

It never ceases to amaze me...mainly, because it seems these things only happen to me, but, today, when I went out to feed the calves there was one in the hay ring...on top of the remaining hay...how does this happen? And, more importantly, does this stuff happen to other "farmers"?

I completed my feeding chores, went to lift, move, tilt...whatever I could do to free this calf. I lifted, it kinda kicked. I moved to the other side, lifted, it kicked. Hmmmm...what to do, what to do?

Well, as I stood there pondering, the goofy thing went right through one of the openings. You may be asking, "did it make it out that way?" NO! NO! NO! The head went through, the body...and then, it got stuck at the hips...really, the hips? The calf must be higher at the hips, because it's certainly not wider!

Now what was I going to do? I didn't have to ponder that too long, the calf took off with the thing hooked to it's hips. Oh.my.gosh. My worse fear is that one of them is going to be maimed or die while on my watch. Was this going to be the first one?

It took off, I stood there in disbelief. It bucked, it shuffled, it bucked some more. The other calves stood and watched...just like a few days ago; another story. Low and behold, it bucked and shuffled and bucked it's way out of the thing. And, non worse for the wear! I shook my head, the other calve buddies moved toward him, as if to say, "whoa...you okay, dude?"

Another story...another time; just know it had to do with a calf, a feed trough and me, standing their, shaking my head in disbelief. Again, I ask, does this stuff just happen to me?

My gear after doing chores. I can't wait for warmer temps.

A promised sleepover...an adventure

2011-03-21T10:59:00.000-05:00

Kendall, left and Grace, third cousins, got to have a sleepover
at our house. It was an adventure.

These two...well, they're quite a pair. Third cousins, pretty darn good friends. Lots and lots of energy and creativity to match. Whew...

It started a few years ago, when the girls were younger and here for Christmas or Easter. They had a pretty darn good time playing and didn't really want to leave. I told them I'd have them over sometime for a sleepover. Well, we just now got it accomplished.

Both of the girls are rounding out their Kindergarten year. Maybe this worked out to be the best time to have gotten this together. Still cute and funny and enjoy most anything life brings to them. Not too bossy, not too homesick, not too argumentative. Yep, just about the right age to have the sleepover. It was perfect timing, I'd have to say.

Both were giddy with excitement as the week turned into days, into mere hours of coming here. Their moms shared their excitement through Facebook messages and the pressure was on for me to "have my act together". They were expecting great things...oh, brother!

They arrived around two o'clock on Saturday afternoon...rip roaring and ready to go! If only we could have gotten the moms to leave, the party could have started. They had their sleepover last fall...now, they needed to let the little girls have their fun! Finally,(and I'm really only teasing) they left and we set out on our adventure.

Arms full of glue, glitter, pretty papers, scissors and the like, we started on our first craft project. It was most enjoyable. They both have active imaginations and knew exactly what they wanted to do. Neither had the need to copy the other, they just did what they wanted to do. And, they did very well.

About an hour into the crafting, my oldest, Courtney called and asked if we could be over around five to feed the bottle calf and play with the lambs. No prob!

Note the pink dress and jeans.

So, off we went to get the girls dressed for the farm.
Note to Kendall's mom...bibs, boots and no white tennis (just had to remind her again). What I came to realize is...Kendall's mom most likely doesn't stand a chance when it comes to her wardrobe. Kendall is a girly-girl, no doubt, and likes...um, loves to wear dresses and tights. Let me just share with you; Girly-girl aside, that Kendall is up for most any action...she'll just be dressed to the nines. Gotta love that kid!

Grace is saying "been there,
done that, no big deal"

Grace on the other hand, she had all the gear and when she had it all on, she reminded me of a little GAP kid modeling the latest look. Grace gets to visit her grandparents farm quite often, so our little side adventure wasn't as big a deal to her, as it was for Kendall. She's no ninny and was up for anything and quite patient to let Kendall experience what she already knew. Gotta love Gracie!

Once we were done visiting all the animals at Courtney's, we headed back over to our farm where there were more chores to do. We jumped on the 4-wheeler and took off. Chores done, now chow time. The girls were famished. Kendall joined me in the kitchen and Grace had a captive audience in Steve(he's hurt his back and horizontal most of the time). Grace reminded me of myself. She loves to play school, just as I did. Steve made a great teacher and she, a great student.

Kendall and I made homemade pizzas. Yummo! They turned out great. She was not a moving target, so I was able to get a photo of her. Grace on the other hand...this is like the third photo I tried to get of her and Steve...I gave up.

Needless to say, bedtime couldn't come fast enough...for Steve and I, let alone the girls. Kendall was ready for bed, poor Grace was too, except for her extra runny nose. She meandered down to us for a bit...meanwhile, Kendall fell asleep. Finally, we all were in bed and sleeping soundly...UNTIL the thunder and lightning started. I was thinking to myself, they'll sleep right through it...yea, right!

Sunday morning was mild, but soggy. The girls played on the front porch in their pj's and winter coats. I was able to sneak out and do the chores without them wanting to tag along. When I finished, I came and got them and we went for a 4-wheeler ride. The chrill of their screams...OMG! A sound like no other. All in all, they loved the ride...and I did, too! They really are good eggs and silly little girls.

Unually warm, we made it down to the pond for the final hours of their stay. They had a blast. I usually am down there with my nephews. And, I found that these little girls played just like the boys do. Dig, dig and dig. They wanted to fish...I said no. They wanted to swim...I said no. I told them we could do that this summer when they came for a sleepover again...

The moms came, we visited, they left. I was in a vegetative state for most of the rest of the day. A promised sleepover...an adventure equals a day of rest for two adults. They wore us out. Gotta love those girls!

While there...take in the views

2011-03-15T10:18:00.010-05:00

It's funny (odd) to me that I don't enjoy my farm more. Sometimes, days, weeks, months pass by, and I never venture out and take in the sights and views from our place. One thing this getting up early and going to do the chores has done, is made me wander around and enjoy the views. We have a magnificent one, I must say. I'm also finding lots and lots of things that need to be done...but on this particular day, it was all about the views.

Busy filling the buckets with feed, throwing it out in the feedbunks and chatting it up with my "boys", I haven't really stopped and just taken it all in. But, the other day I did, and looking out over the feed lot, to the south pond and beyond was so uplifting and refreshing. I.must.do.often.

Early morning has always been my favorite and I've
just gotten out of the habit of getting up and getting my day started. I haven't needed to be up and out the door at any given time on most days. I'm working on changing that, though. Trying to get my body clock back to the way it used to be. I'm up early on most days, just not ready to go anywhere...I want to clarify that.

On that particular morning, about 8:30, this is the view from one vantage point on our farm. It's lovely, don't you think...even in the dull, gray, quiet of the lingering winter Wide open spaces and views for miles. Ahhhhhhh! My lungs filled with crisp, freshness. My breath crystalized in mid~air. There was an awakening to my senses. An awakening in my soul; and I just breathed...

Gotta love the men in my life...

2011-03-13T11:28:00.000-05:00

Here they are...all 61 of them. Cute, aren't they? We've been along just fine for the most part...however, the mud and muck got a little overwhelming for me the other day. Going from feed bunk to feed bunk proved to be quite a task, as it was like quick sand and my boots were getting stuck. I fell! Yes, in the mud and muck (aka poop). Luckily, not face first and only on my knees. BUT, it scared the muck right out of me...I was up in no time, hollering at the calves to scare them off so as not to trample me. They are hungry come feeding time with only one thing on their mind and nothing, not even me, the feeder of their food, would stand in their way.

After that, I decided something would have to change, so I called Tanner, my son, and asked him to come on the weekend and help me move the feed bunks around. Remember, my hubby has hurt his back, so I'm the 'FARMER' in charge. He said, YES! without hesitation.

I love the men in my life...I especially love the two legged ones. These past few weeks have proven what a blessing they are to me...to us. Our daughter, Courtney, married a farm-boy, too, and without Chad, I don't know what we would've done the day the calves came here. Then, he graciously supplied us with a load of wood for our woodburner. I love him. He's my comedy relief, he's the keeper of my daughter, he's the keeper of us, when we need him. I love him!

Tanner...he's my first love. He's my one and only son and he's the best. When he was a little guy and into his teen year's, I always got a sense that my hubby, his stepdad, was competition for him...in taking care of his mom. After all, it was pretty much he, his sister and I for several years. He was the "man of the house". I've felt that again these past few weeks. Not the competition, that's long subsided (I think) but that it was his role to take care of his mom. He makes me want to cry...I love him so! AND, he gave me my first grandchild...now, that takes the cake!

One never really knows how they did raising kids until after they are grown. I think to myself, as I sit here writing this, I did okay...his step dad and I did okay.

I'm a GLAMOUR fashion "don't"...chore time fashion

2011-03-10T07:57:00.018-06:00

As I was putting on my clothes...(my getup) to go out and do the chores, I was quickly reminded of a time, quite a few years ago, when I wore another "getup" to my guests amazement.

On the acreage we originally lived at, there were 9 cres in CRP and running right next to it were another 9 acres that my hubs had row cropped. This made a perfect scenario for evaluating the effect of land being set aside for a period of time vs. land that had been worked for the same period.

On this particular day, a few employees from an agriculture business came out to prepare the ground and do their study.

At that time, there was not a restaurant in town for them to go eat lunch, so I thought I would go out and invite them in to eat. It was a hot, hot August day...and, my hay fever was in full swing. Oftentimes, when it was really bad and I had to go outside, I'd wear a mask. It helped tremendously, so I put it on, along with my shorts and rubber boots and headed out to do the inviting. I fully intended to explain "why" I had the mask on, so they'd understand the reason for it.

For the study, the group had dug a six foot trench, and were down in it. As I approached, I could see their heads bobbing up and down and unbeknownst to them, I was making my way out to them. As I got closer, they could hear my boots squeak and squawk as I walked. As I looked up, I realized they had, too, and I've often giggled over the looks on their faces. What a sight I must have been. A Glamour fashion "don't". After making fun at my "look", they quickly accepted my lunch invitation; nice conversation ensued over lunch.

As my photo shows, I don't have the regular "farm girl" gear. I hate being confined in coveralls, my winter coats are too nice to wear out in slop. AND, these days, I get way too hot, so, I dressed in whatever was at hand, that didn't matter if it got dirty, wasn't confining and was layered. Thus, the "getup" shown above.

It's all about fashion...and this was another Glamour fashion "don't" However, I'm perfectly clear on the fact that the cows don't care!

61 calves, a semi, a John Deere tractor and a super rainy, muddy day...let the fun begin!

2011-03-09T10:48:00.000-06:00

Well, day one~first feeding down and all is well on the farm front.

Steve, my hubs, hurt his back again(the first time was Jan. '07) and so, the past few weeks have been an adventure, again! He went horizontal. Not able to sit or stand for two weeks, right leg affected, a trip to the ER, with a two day stint in the hospital have been part of the ordeal. He finally ruptured the disc, where before, it was just "bulging." Doing much better after an epidural in the back, he was finally able to go back to work, and all was well!

We normally get calves at the first of the year. Not quite ready for them at that time, we knew it was getting a little late and now the back problem. Well...we had to get them bought, so, the call went out to his buyer. Our son came over and helped me finish getting the lot ready; our son-in-law said he'd come and help me, too.

So, the call came in and the cows, 61 of them, would be delivered on Tuesday. Perfect, (son-in-law Chad has Tuesdays off) ...except for it has been pretty warm, so the frost was coming out of the ground, topped off with a rainy, rainy day. Hmmmm? Would the semi be able to make it down the half mile lane to the lot? THAT WAS THE QUESTION...THAT WAS THE PROBLEM. NO!

So, leave it to the John Deere tractor...it was able to pull the semi, loaded with the calves up the lane. Okay, that worked...until it got stuck again. Back up, hook on, didn't work! Back up, unhook, re-hook, unhook...finally, unstuck! Too much messing around for me...

Meanwhile, the rain came down, the mud went up, Steve did too much, I got after him, the son-in-law finally explained "why" to the trucker. I don't know if he was worried about the guy thinking Steve was being coddled too much, or if the guy would think I was being far too bossy (can't imagine that) whatever it was, I was worrying about the same thing, so I'm glad he told him what the deal was. Except, he said "mother" is worried about him hurting his back, he has back problems, which then made me say, "I'm not his mother, I'm his wife". Didn't want him to think I was THAT old, or, that I was pulling the Charlie Sheen card and the boys were my "gods". There was laughter...at least it explained what was going on, to my relief...and Steve's.

61 calves, a semi, a John Deere tractor and a super rainy, muddy day...let the fun begin...

Hands...I've always had a fascination with hands.

2011-02-08T14:18:00.000-06:00

Hands...I've always had a fascination with hands. As an adult, I look at my hands and those of my family and I sometimes see the "genetics" of it all. Who do my hands look like? My cousin Tony has hands like my uncle's, who has hands like my Grandpa Herb's, his dad. My Aunt Dorothy's hands remind me of my Grandma Grace's; her mom. I see that my Aunt Elaine's girls hands look like hers, but hers don't look so much like Grandma Grace's; I sometimes think my hands look like my mom's, but I also think they look like my dad's side of the family. They inspire me!

Even as a little girl, the crooked fingers of my Great Grandma Heifner and worm-like veins on my Great Grandma Breton's hands were imprinted in my mind.

Grandpa Herb and his mother,
Grandma Heifner

Gnarled and bent to the side, arthritis had Grandma Heifner's hands in it's grip. At one time straight and feminine, just like she was. At her death, small and delicate, just like she was. I was much younger when Grandma Heifner passed away, so I don't remember allot about her everyday comings and goings. She seemed old to me, even then, BUT, I do remember her hands.

Grandma Breton with
Gr. Granddaughter Courtney

Grandma Breton's hands were narrow and long, encased with skin as delicate as an onions. Made transparent in the aging process, it didn't take much to bump and bruise. Even as her eyesight left her, she was able to crochet~her hands knew what to do...by memory. It was her hands that traced my youngest daughter, Mackenzy's face as a newborn. She said she'd be frugal because her nose was small. She could not see then. I remember her hands.

Their hands, at one time, were strong and capable. Many a household task was performed with them. A spanking~here and there, surely met their palm. Cookie dough rolled out, a piece of butterscotch candy put in a grandchild's hand.

I don't know if either played the piano or any other instrument; sang or were masters at anything, really. But, I'm confident that a nose was wiped, a tear swept away, and hundreds of meals were prepared. A helping hand was lent, a finger lashing now and again.

A garden planted, fruits and veggies picked and put up for another day. A baby's back patted, diaper's changed, clothes hung on the line, finger puppets games played. And, we can't forget a hug and a pat on the back.

Crooked fingers and worm-like veins were imprinted in my mind. And, as I sit here, writing this, I'm trying to remember if I knew their hands any other way; and, I don't think I do.

Hands...I've always had a fascination with hands. They inspire me!

The Cardinal's visit

2011-01-25T10:24:00.000-06:00

A crimson red cardinal is a sight to see. They are beautiful. They feel like royalty to me. If there were to be a king and queen of the bird species, to me, it'd be the cardinal.

I enjoy seeing the many birds that come and go from our birdfeeders on a daily basis. They are just cute to watch and make me happy. I can count on one hand the times a cardinal has been seen by me at the feeders...anywhere, actually.

The very few times I've seen one up close and personal have been times that have been unsettling for me. I find that very interesting. I've spoken and written before of the two cardinals that showed up right after my Aunt Kay's funeral. I was sitting on my front porch, with my husband, and two cardinals (my aunt's favorites) perched on a bush just over the rail by my arm, sat for just a few minutes, as if telling me, "all will be okay." Then they flew off. I found comfort in that.

Today is one of those days. Life just seems to be out of balance for me right now. I'm unsettled, a bit nervous and simply put, "out of sorts". I've been here before, as most of us have been. I'm ready to shake this feeling, though. Need to shake this feeling.

As I sat down on my comfy couch, pondering the same things over and over, coffee in hand, I looked out my window and there sat a beautiful crimson cardinal. All will be okay...all will be okay. It almost brought tears to my eyes.

It's amazing what seeing that little red bird did for me. Hope. I love that word. I think it's very powerful and if a person doesn't have it, life can be challenging. I think Hope helps us to survive the unsettling times, the nervous and stressful times. Without hope, we have nothing.

This crimson cardinal made me see again, the hope for my future. It put a little bounce in my step and got a different thought process going for me. Don't we all need that at times?

I pray often. Sometimes it's just me having a little talk with God. I always feel his presence...always. But, today...the past few days, I've needed a bit more, and I fully believe, God new that, and sent me the cardinal...

A crimson red cardinal paid me a visit today. It was telling me all would be okay.

Lunching with my First bestie

2011-01-04T12:15:00.000-06:00

Cousin Linda, Debbie & me/Lake Ahquabi

For as far back as I can remember, my cousin, Debbie, was in my life. Not just as my cousin, but as my bestie! I really can't think of too many times that an event for either of us was not shared.

Of course, the daily ying and yang of life occurred away from each other, but, the monumental events: Christmas, Easter, birthdays, stay overs, and even some vacations and such, included each other.

On a whim, I called and asked her to lunch yesterday, after seeing on Facebook, that she was on vacation from work. I'm so glad I did. Even today, our lives are intertwined and we continue to share some of the same events life has to offer.

As little girls, we played little girl games. We stayed over at Grandma's house together, stayed up all night playing games, giggling and in our teens, making calls to teen lines. I witnessed her driving the mini bike into the fence and she stood up with me getting married(the 1st time). I think we fell off Lucky, the pony together and were teased incessantly by our uncle Jack and Jerry. I think Debbie was tormented by "bugs" and me, I screamed "icky acky"as I was placed in amongst a pasture of horse manure.

Debbie's parents belonged to a camping group and I was often invited to go along on these camping events. These were some of the best times of my childhood. Teen dances...man, what a treat! The venue would be crowded with 13, 14, 15 year olds. Dancing 'til we couldn't dance no more...or, maybe the music stopped. I can't really remember. All I remember is that is was FUN!

During this same time frame, Debbie would come and stay overnight. Time and again. And, time and again, it seemed something strange would happen. Ummmm, for instance, we were awakened by lights flashing and cops knocking at our door when our car was stolen, tornadoes hit, a man was found in our ditch passed. She thought of herself as a "jinx". It was very strange.

One Easter she spent the night with us. We were up after the Easter Bunny made an appearance. I can remember we were playing some game on the kitchen floor and one of us saw an Easter Egg that had been hidden. Well, we started looking and finding and of course, eating them.

We had our children together. I babysat for her and her for me. We shared the deaths of our grandparents and an aunt together. Although our lives somewhat went their separate ways, I know my love for her never did! I knew I'd always be there for her if she needed it and her me. Yesterday was just one of those days. She didn't really know it, but I'm glad it worked out. I needed a little "cousin time." Being one to believe that things work out the way the are supposed to, I found that, once again, the stars aligned again for me when I needed it.

After all, who else shares the same stories as you do. The same order or understanding of events; a timeline that curves and sways in and out of life's moments together, more than a family member. For me, it was my cousin, Debbie. We entertained at the Polk County home with my church...we STILL can do the motions to Put Your Hand in the Hand of the Man Who Stills the Waters, Deep and Wide and others. And, let me tell you, it's not beyond us to step into those motions and song with even a mention of those times. Christmas Pageants...memorizing our verses. Selling "goods" to raise money to go to church camp.

As we hit our fifties together...one before the other, but I won't mention details, we found ourselves still in sync with each other. Yesterday's topics: menopause and grandchildren. We have gracefully moved into the next phase of our lives. It's a most interesting time for sure.

There are many other moments, events, ups and downs. I'll save them in my memory bank and bring them out at another time.

For now, for as far back as I can remember, my cousin, Debbie, was in my life. Not just as my cousin, but as my bestie! I really can't think of too many times that an event for either of us was not shared...

The Humbling Years

2010-12-28T12:22:00.002-06:00

The humbling years...yes, I think my forties will be considered MY humbling years. As I enter into my 50th year of living on this earth, I say good-bye to my forties. Although I've always been one to feel that each obstacle, stumble, heartache, smile, laugh, and triumph are all part of my life's story, I think I shall be happy that my forties are over. Not literally, but figuratively speaking.

Ever since I can remember, I've had a feeling that I would not make it past my forties. As I was reminded one day, when I made this declaration to some co-workers, a gal piped up and said, "well, you still have a year to go". We laughed, but I was taken aback by her remark. It was made as a joke...I think?!?! But, I have thought on that quite often, and, as I normally do, wonder how many times I've made a remark not meaning to hurt anyone...that would not be in my nature, but just being misunderstood. With that said, it's important, I think, to choose your words carefully and how those words are presented. One of the biggest lessons for me is that I'm quite often misunderstood and I'm always alarmed when I've found out I've hurt someone and not even realized it. Whooo...that has been a biggie!

My forties, I've been personally tested in my family relationships. I've been taken to task with things I've said or how I've said them. I've learned the real meaning of family, and of course, friends. I've realized it's okay to let go of relationships that are not healthy and I've realized that to have a friend you have to be a friend.

Have I learned and grown through these years...YES! Mostly, I've learned that I have a voice, that my feelings are real and should not be poo-pooed away. I've learned that standing up for myself is where it's at, because no one is going to do it for you. And, I've even learned that sometimes relationships aren't whole...and not because of me, but because of something in the other person. One time, my son gently reminded me that a particular situation was not "about me". He was absolutely correct. I don't have to be responsible for everyone and their happiness or struggles. Right then and there I made the conscious
decision that I can't take the blame for or hold the bag for every situation that occurs around me. I don't have to fix everything.

I'm more sensitive than I realized and that others won't know they've hurt me if I don't tell them. And, I've realized that if they've hurt me, but aren't really on my radar of relationships I need to uphold, then it really doesn't matter. AND, I've learned that others may have, and most assuredly do have, those same realities about me, too, and that's okay.

I've always had a fondness for the past...cherish the stories shared through the generations. But, this past 10 years and most definitely the past 5, I have a whole new eagerness to learn and get acquainted with my ancestors. The who and where's. I'm almost hungry for it. One of my favorite quotes that shares space on a photo frame chalkboard is this: "It is not that I belong to the past, but that the past belongs to me." I have no idea who the author is, but it resounds within me. I am my past and it me.

The past...at one time, it may have been considered that I was running from it. Not any more and certainly not for a long, long time. I like who I am and where I came from. My story, however crazy, happy, humbling it is, is mine to tell. Have I told it well so far? Will my children rise up and call me blessed? As I said, my forties have been my humbling years. I have far to go and I've already been walking for miles...

Maybe, my fear that I would die in my forties, is fact...not literally, but figuratively. Will I take the lessons of the past and use them to enhance my future? Will I continue to make the same mistakes...I sure hope not. Will my path lead me to continue what's been right and good in my life? I sure hope so. They certainly have a place in my reflections. One can only move forward, righting wrongs, saying the I'm sorries, showing forgiveness and trying to be a blessing to others...in simple, ordinary, but quite possible life altering ways.

I think, the BIGGEST and most IMPORTANT thing for me, in the midst of all my ups and downs, struggles and triumphs, I've been reacquainted with ME...who I really am and what's been right all along in my life. Sometimes, the perceived realities in our life can take hold and begin to "form" us. In my case, I felt like they were suffocating me. Then, at one of my class reunions a few years ago, one of my classmates said to me, "You were always the nicest girl that came over from Norwoodville" Hmmm...I knew I wasn't the most popular, smartest, prettiest or athletic, but, someone thought I was the "nicest". Now really, what's so bad about that? That one comment reminded of a past relationship I had with someone and a comment she said to me. She accused me of being "too nice." How can one be too nice? TOO NICE, Really?

So, as I round out my forties and head straight into my 50th year...I think I shall continue to be nice, I think that's a great thing to be called. I will reflect on the trials, tests and tribulations of my past, just to be reminded of who I really am and want to be. A nice person who cares about her family, friends, acquaintances and community at large. To carry with me that "kindness should not be mistaken for weakness" and to make this world...mine and yours, a little better place to be. And INSPIRE you to do the same. Ahhhh, the humbling years.

Grandma made sure...

2010-12-20T09:06:00.000-06:00

It's Christmas time and my thoughts return, once again, to my Grandma Grace. She was very special to not only me, but to my whole family. We were loved and accepted...no holds barred. Her love was unconditional and you most definately felt loved and wanted and I'm pretty darn sure I'm not the only grandchild who felt this. And, I'd be surprised if her own children or extended family didn't feel this same way.

Grandma has been gone for 21 years and to this day, I head to the phone to call and tell her about something that has happened. I stop short of the phone and remember. I miss her every day of my life.

When my birthday comes around, it's her card I long to find in the mailbox. Always appreciative of the other cards I receive, quite frankly, non compare. Please don't get me wrong...it's just that my Grandma was just that special to me and continues to be so to this day.

She was blessed with 7 children and many grandchildren. If my memory serves me correctly, at her death, she had 26 grandchildren. There were several added and now, the greats and great-greats have been added. She would have loved that!

I mention this because, at this time of year...Christmas, she never once left anyone out of a gift. AND, to this day, although I'm appreciative of the gifts I receive, and the givers, non means as much to me as hers did. It's her gift that I miss receiving to this day.

Now, her gifts were not over-the-top, expensive or one-of-a-kind gems. No, hers were simple, everyday useful things. Maybe a pair of gloves, socks, underpants. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't really recall what we did get. So, you see, the gifts were not the kind worthy of antiquity. No, hers were symbolic of the joy of giving and making sure everyone had "something" to open...her never ending way of making sure we were all included and accepted. LOVED!

A few times, I know others had to pinch hit for her. I got to step in a couple of times myself. It was pure joy to get to do this! Socks for the boys...I remember socks for the boys. For some reason, this is what I remember. And, everything was wrapped as well.

One of the traditions that she had was each of the grandkids (at least us older ones) got a pair of red flannel pajamas or nightgown on our 2nd Christmas. She made them herself. This was one tradition I wanted to incorporate into my gift giving, but, I've fallen from "Grace" on that one. AND, I only have one grandchild. Mind you, she had several
grandchildren... boom, boom, boom. A very prolific family.

She was a special lady to many. Family first, neighbors and friends. We were loved and accepted...no holds barred. Her love was unconditional and you most definately felt loved and wanted. I can only hope to be half of the grandmother she was to me.

The Doe and cat...a mystery

2010-11-29T14:14:00.000-06:00

One of the best things about living in the country is the splendor of watching wildlife up close and personal. If one were to linger awhile and take in the view, they'd be surprised at just how much wildlife there is in our own backyards.

If we can't see them, we surely can hear them! On schedule, coyote's begin their chatter...one to the other. Are they close or are they near? At times, one cannot tell for sure.

Much quieter and more polite, deer are grace on four legs. I love to watch the deer. Blessed with the opportunity to view them frequently from our home, they are amazing (inside a fence, of course) to see jumping, ever so swiftly, gently.

On one particular morning, I got to witness the most surprising and lovely thing. Peering out a window from my bedroom, I noticed a doe walking along the fence line, which had a distinct path from our calves travels earlier this year. The doe seemed quite apprehensive as she wondered down the trail. Looking here and there, I wondered what she was looking for. Not really acting like she wanted to jump the fence, she walked along back and forth. Hearing but not seeing...

Eventually, out from the grass-lined fence came a black cat (I hope this didn't bring bad luck to the doe). They looked at each other, then the cat scampered away. Now, this is the most interesting part. The doe followed the cat. Keeping 10 steps behind, the doe continued to follow the cat into a patch of taller grass. Of course, the cat was hidden, and the doe just paused, kept an eye on the moving grass and then followed along.

It was the sweetest, yet most unbelievable thing taking place. As I went about my business, I stopped again to peer out the window. The doe was still there...looking around nervously. The grass was not moving. Where did the cat go? I stood and watched for a bit longer. A mystery to not only me, but the doe, as well. She continued to look from one place to the other. She seemed at a loss...where did her little friend go?

After awhile, the doe gave up and walked away. I wonder what made her follow the cat? I've not seen either since. It was a lovely sight to see. A most enjoyable way to while away some time. A delightful memory to bring out every now again.

The doe and cat...a mystery.

What Price Freedom...

2010-11-11T11:06:00.000-06:00

Today is Veteran's Day. A day that is celebrated every year on November 11th. A few year's ago I wrote a piece titled, What Price Freedom. I'm sharing it again today.

What price freedom? For most of us, we don't pay a price at all~it's here for the taking! For the mere pleasure of living a life of freedom of choice, freedom of voice, freedom to live in a peaceful society, freedom to have an education, go to the church choose, support the causes we cherish, the freedom to send our children off to school...knowing that they'll come home. There is so much we take for granted! More took for granted than what is appreciated. I mean really, really appreciated! At what cost do we have our FREEDOM? AND, more importantly, whose paid the debt for us?

My thoughts, in the quiet moments of the day, turn to the families who've paid the price for our freedom. Those whose sons, daughters, husbands and wives, mommies and daddies, nieces and nephews, sisters and brothers, have paid the price...their lives. As with most things, until something happens "closer to home" one never will have a true understanding of a situation. And, unless it directly happens to "us", one does not get the full impact of the devastation. Of course, we can empathize with the family, we can mourn with them, but we never, ever will understand their loss.

*at the time I wrote the original, the following was pertinent at that time. A few weeks ago, three service men from Iowa lost their lives. They were not in combat. They were, however, doing what they do every day, every week, every month...to make sure that we~America, are in the ready for any disaster that may occur...that may put our FREEDOM and safety in harms way. One was a nephew of my son-in-law. One of our own. The fact that I was able to put a face with a name and name with a family I know, broke my heart and brought me to tears. I saw first hand the price they paid...for my FREEDOM and YOURS! "Brandon" had entered the armed forces post 9-11. He most assuredly knew he'd be defending our country...and he did. He served in Iraq for approximately 8 months. He came home, but passed away during military training at Fort Bragg.

Whether we agree, disagree or are indifferent to the conflict that the United States is involved with today; the ones we've been involved with in the past and will surely be committed to in the future, the mere fact that we can have a view and can voice it, is reason enough for me to honor and praise our young men and women for their commitment to our country. the defending of it, the willingness to fight for it...for you and me. With the knowledge that ultimately it could be a cost them and the family loves them so. Today, in America, they don't have to do it. They choose to do this. In many countries, it's still mandatory to give a certain amount of time to the military.

November 11th is designated Veteran's Day. A day to honor and remember those who have given of themselves to their country and the freedom's we all enjoy. What can we do to show our appreciation? I leave that up to you individually to decide. Maybe you'll do nothing, maybe a note will be sent, maybe a prayer will go out. We all hear stories from those who served in Nam, Korea and maybe even the World Wars. How can we honor and acknowledge each of them? Those involved in the earlier conflicts were enlisted. The fact that service to our country is "voluntary" today is probably due, in part, to the causes these men and women fought for.

Again I ask...what price freedom? Well, freedom isn't really free at all, is it? To those who have served, are serving, thank you. It's because of you that I can drive or walk down the road and not fear a bullet. My daughter can attend school along with my son. I can work a job that I enjoy and make a decent living. I can go to the church I choose, believe or not believe what I want, spend or save my money how I see fit, feed my family, help those around me and not be persecuted. I can dress how I like. I can walk with my head held high and my face uncovered...or covered, if that's what I choose. I have a say in my household, elect whom I want and so much more. Do we really have an understanding of what our FREEDOM is all about? I leave you with that thought.

And this folks, is the view from my front porch.

It was my kind of day

2010-11-01T12:46:00.000-05:00

It was joyous, refreshing, relaxing, contemplative...an absolute delight! That's right...yesterday was my kind of day! The temps were comfortable and prime for baking and cooking. I had a great nights sleep, so upon waking, I had the energy of my earlier years. Sometimes these days, that's not the case. Without going into detail...suffice it to say "I'm mid-lifing it!"

So, with an abundance of energy, clear thoughts and focus, I started the morning off my making banana muffins. The bananas...they, too, were prime for baking. Yummo! I've had my favorite recipe for years. It's simple, but good. Muffins are one of my favs to bake and are always nice to have on hand for a quick snack.

That done, I was off to the next thing. Using the last bit of roast leftover from last week's meal(s), I chopped, sliced and opened a few cans. Dumping all into a pot, I let it simmer all morning long. I must say, it was delish!

Here's my recipe: leftover roast, cooked to perfection, chopped or shredded into bite size pieces. One
X-large can of tomato juice. Three tablespoons of beef broth granules. Fresh onion chopped. One can each: carrots, green beans, corn...whatever you have on hand; liquid and all. Frozen peas(or canned). Four potatoes (red) peeled and chopped to bite size pieces. One bag of shredded cabbage. Simmer, simmer, simmer. Serve with a variety of breads. I must say...another YUMMO! and, leftovers, too.

Good and hearty. My meal was complete with a large glass of milk.

As my day continued...I was on a baking craze, I pulled out the pie crusts I had in the fridge. Now, my intention earlier this fall was to make apple pies. Our trees were ladden with them. But, time got away from me, I was sick for a few days...one thing led to another and they didn't get made. But, I was determined to get something made. For interest, I decided to use what I had on hand...which actually, turned out to not be as much as I first thought. However, I was determined. Six pies later, I ended up with: one cherry, one blackberry, two oatmeal and two pecan (with oatmeal). Oh, and the pecan...I ran out of Karo syrup, too, so I added some honey to complete that requirement. They turned out beautifully. With that said, I prefer all Karo and all pecans in the pecan pie. I'm a purist that way, I guess!

So, my day ended with a hearty bowl of homemade soup, dessert of pie and one very happy hubby...he's a dessert kind of guy and unfortunately, I'm really not. So having dessert readily on hand is not on my radar. Now, to find freezer space for all the goodies. I'm bound and determined to have these around for awhile and not eaten in a matter of days. We'll see how that goes.

It was joyous, refreshing, relaxing, contemplative...an absolute delight! That's right...yesterday was my kind of day! And this folks, is the view from my front porch.

Don't Hog Your Journey...

2010-10-12T09:51:00.002-05:00

My cousins, lil sis and me, circa 1968...
we're each a part of the others journey

"Don't hog your journey, it's not just for you." As I was listening to the Today show while working, Hoda Kotb was sharing a story. While on a plane, she was visiting with the gentleman sitting beside her. Chit-chatting away, she had mentioned she had had breast cancer. She asked him not to think of that if he ever thought of her in the future. He turned to her and said, "Don't hog your journey, it's not just for you." I kept thinking of that statement and have decided that I agree with it. What if no one ever shared their story~their journey...good or bad. My world would certainly not be as rich and full as it is now. I would not know of another's happiness, adventures, struggles. I would not be who I am today without knowing of another's journey.

Hoda's story is great, and deep, and more than just her breast cancer...for sure! We are all more than just one part. We are, shall we say, the sum of all our parts. I am a woman, a mother, a wife, a daughter an entrepreneur...the list goes on and on. But, it's the sum of all of these things that makes me who I am today. I enjoy sharing my journey...it gives me great pleasure and I hope it adds to your journey, too.

The other day, I stopped by the "Music in the Park" event held at the city park in town. In amongst the music...which was very enjoyable, I heard someone get up and give a testimonial. I wonder, did his journey make a difference to someone else in the crowd. It did mine and I'm sure another's. Then I have to think...what if he didn't share his "journey"? What if he kept it to himself...I would not have known the depth of his story...his courage in sharing it. It has stuck with me...and, it removed me from my cares and woes and opened my mind, my heart, to another's struggles and triumphs.

Life is a Journey, isn't it? Sometimes we're on a mountain, sometimes we're in a valley. Most of the time, I'd guess we're just motating along on the plaines. Enjoying life, taking one day at a time, doing what needs to be done and just cruising along. To me, it's the mountains and valleys that we grow the most. We are pushed to our limit, only to find our limit can be pushed. We read something or hear of someone else's journey and we gain strength from it. We realize we're not alone. Somehow, we come out on the other side because of it...but don't necassarily understand where it came from. What if no one shared their journey? Who would be a better, stronger, wiser person because of your journey? Maybe your journey is told by your actions. How you reach out to your community members, volunteering, donating, a struggle overcome. Our journey's are shared in many different ways. The key is that it's shared.

"Don't hog your journey, it's not just for you." I would not be who I am today without knowing of another's journey. And this folks, is the view from my front porch.

Beth Voltmer lives on a farm in rural New Virginia

Learning to peel...Grandma Grace style

2010-10-03T12:08:00.000-05:00

I was peeling apple upon apple yesterday, readying them for an apple cake I was making. As I started, knife poised just under the flesh, I was distinctly reminded of the time (in my early years of homekeeping) when I was peeling potatoes under the careful watch of my Grandma Grace. Not knowing I wasn't doing it correctly, she quickly pointed out that I was wasting too much of the potato. She showed me how to do it. She'd be proud of me today. I can peel a potato, apple, pear...whatever it may be, with the best of them.

It does take practice...this peeling. Sliding the knife just under the flesh and peeling away the colorful top layer, leaving behind as much of the meat of the fruit or vegtable as you possibly can. My other goal is to peel the fruit with one swell swoop. No starts and stops. I find that I point this same thing out to others at times, too. I want them to be as proficient as they can be. Not to waste anything so precious.

I think, my memories of my Grandma are most vivid and alive while I'm in the kitchen. I can still see her in her kitchen now...21 years after she's passed. A strong, sturdy woman. Seems she was in her kitchen all the time. That's where I remember her most. It wasn't a big kitchen. But, somehow, she managed and fed her brood of seven quite sufficiently from it. There certainly was not a multitude of cabinets, nor counter space. A very humble kitchen, to say the least. A very humble home over all. I loved it there.

She was a great cook and a very generous lady. She always seemed to have plenty for whomever was there. No guest was "one too many". Never an invitation only household...somehow, we all gathered there. And, I do mean "we". It may not have been the same "we" every Saturday, but there were plenty of us. Saturday nights were hamburger night. I can see her mixing the hamburger meat and it never failed, she always took one bite of the raw meat, spiced with salt and pepper, only. Still makes me gag. I don't remember anything else being put in it. I remember that, every single time I make a hamburger patty. Funny what sticks with you, isn't it?

Sundays, too, brought another set of "we's" and some of the same from the night before. It was "just the place to be." WE all loved it there. And, WE all miss it terribly, even to this day.

Right before my Grandma got really bad with her cancer, she came to spend a week with me. I will forever treasure that time. She seemed to have gained strength that week. I wanted to her to show me how to make her vegatable stew, which she did. Our cherry trees were heavy laden with fruit. I wanted to learn how to make pie. She happily obliged. She rolled out the dough for the crust with every ounce of energy she could muster. It just came from somewhere. Maybe we both knew...if I were to learn this from her, and she to show me how, it was right then, or never. She passed just a few weeks after I had her at my home. It was one of my greatest accomplishments...to care for her like she had me for so many years.

She tired, but did not quit. She sat down at my table and started working those cherries over. De-pitting and de-stemming. Before we knew it, we had cherry juice all over...and, I do mean all over. I think we must have been so busy talking and cherishing that moment, we weren't really engaged in what we were doing. It took me awhile to get that cherry juice cleaned up. It was blissful! I miss her every single day!

She was a generous lady and no guest was ever "one too many". Never a "by invitation only" household. I learned from her. She was my mentor. She is my mentor...she's with me every day and I miss her! And this folks, is the view from my front porch.

Would you like me if you Knew?

2010-09-10T15:33:00.000-05:00

I wonder...I really do wonder! Would you like me if you knew? Knew what you ask? Today's news has got me to wondering. Let's play a game of Suppose if...okay, you ready?

Suppose you and I, along with our families...I'm speaking of our parents and siblings, were friends. We, you and I, met in kindergarten and went all through school together. Had sleep overs at each others homes. Stayed up all night giggling like the school girls we were. We were blissful. We loved each other like sisters.

Suppose you and I, and our families had taken vacations together. We went to Florida one year and shared the experience of seeing the great ocean for the first time together. We camped at the local lake; where we swam by day and made smores by night. We talked under the stars for hours and hours. We even went to the Grand Canyon one year...our families together.

Suppose we partook in American Traditions. We even shared some Fourth of July's together, where the sparklers lit up the night. We enjoyed the floats, bands and saluted the American Flag, hand over our hearts, at the parade. We celebrated other times, too, you and I and our families.

Suppose we went our separate ways come college; but knew in our hearts we'd be friends forever and ever. We visited each other at our respective colleges. We attended each others games, campus events...and more. We set each other up with guys we thought would be perfect for the other.

Suppose we never talked about religion. We never ever talked politics. We never ever heard our parents talk about it either. It was a rather mute subject for both. We knew your family didn't go to church and my family kept quiet about ours. We knew your beliefs...or that you weren't BIG believers. We knew our beliefs were not readily accepted, so the less said, the better. We were not ashamed, there was nothing to hide, really. It was just easier to do our thing and spare ourselves the condemnation or discussions.

Suppose you finally fixed me up with the one and only guy that turned my world upside down. We hit it off. We became engaged. We (you and I) knew you'd be my maid-of-honor...it was agreed on many, many years before. We, you and I, sat down one day and I shared ideas for the wedding. We talked about colors, who else would be in the wedding and all the other one million and one things that needed to be talked about. We then discussed where the wedding would be held~

Suppose I said it would be held at the Mosque downtown. But, because my husband-to-be was Christian, it'd be a combined ceremony. We, you and I, looked at each other. We, you and I, sat in silence. We, you and I, felt a shift in our relationship...in that second that it took for it to register what I had said, you decided if you WOULD LIKE ME IF YOU KNEW?

Today is September 10, 2010. The day before the anniversary of the World Trade Center attacks in New York. How many years...nine. Today, on the news, there is talk of a minister in Florida threatening to burn the Koran. The holy book of the Muslim faith. What are my thoughts, my feelings? To be honest, they are ones of confusion and really, really, disbelief! I'm saddened. I'm astonished. I'm irritated. I'm bereft! And, I think I'm kind of mad!

Religion...it's so many things to so many people. I am a member of the United Methodist Church in New Virginia, Iowa. I am that because it's mainstream. It's a church in my community. It's neither left nor right. It fits my lifestyle. It's comfortable. It's Iowa. It's in the middle.

I grew up in a non-denominational church in Des Moines. I went there because that is where my aunt went and she got me there. Had my childhood been different and my parents had married, I would have been raised a south side Catholic. It's a fact. It's true. Nothing wrong with that..it's just that I am what I am, because of my circumstances. And, I bet...if you really considered it all, you are what you are because of your circumstances, too.

Had I been raised in the south, there's a good chance I would have been raised in a Baptist Church. If I lived in Finland...I may have been Lutheran. To me...religion is 'where we're at' 'where we're from' more than anything else. I find I like the simple wisdom of the Buddhists. I appreciate the rituals and symbolism of Catholicism. I love the traditions of the Christian faith. I know no others to compare.

I'm mystified at the discombobulation that is 'man-made' in my opinion. I do not know anyone who is Muslim, that I'm aware of. I have friends who are Catholic, Baptist, Lutheran and Evangelicals. I don't think I know anyone who is Jewish. Our exchange student was a Christian, but her grandmother was Buddhist. She studied the Bible, and went to Temple, too. I'm sad that I don't know of these other cultures, which seem to be defined by their religion. Gosh, I'm missing out on so much, I'm just sure of it.

So, here I am...back where I started...we played a little game of Suppose if...what are your thoughts on this subject? You don't have to put them here...just take some time to think about this. Again I ask: Would you like me if you Knew? And I wonder...

Mornings, Memories and Moments, part one

2010-08-16T09:54:00.000-05:00

I love my mornings...especially this one. After weeks of sweltering, hot, humid weather, I awoke to much cooler, comfortable temps and lower humidity. Sleep is so much sweeter with the fresh air finding it's way into your being~windows wide open and coverings billowing. I love it and slept so well.

Refreshed and ready to start my day, I jumped out of bed, started some wash...then, coffee time~me time.

My routine is most likely not much different than others. Up and out of bed, I turn on the morning news, brew the Joe, check for missed texts and voice mail messages. Reply as needed. Facebook time follows: what's new and noteworthy? New photos, birthdays, personal highs..and, lows; inspirational quotes, event reminders...I really enjoy 'catching up'.

Today is a bit different for me though. The past three weeks have been a whirlwind of happiness for me. Reflecting back on my time spent with my nephew, Camden; vacation with my family at Rathbun; a weekend with my past...hosting my 'girl' cousins for our 'Cousins Weekend' and the finale~my 30 year class reunion. Wow! it's been fun, fun, fun!

Camden loves the farm. He especially loves building a fire and poking at it. We made sure that activity was part of the mix. He picked apples for me, went to a buyer's Welcome to the Neighborhood open house I hosted, helped move the cows and just relaxed on the farm. Five days of Camden...it was such a joy.

The part I liked best was making the time for him. Stopping what I was doing to talk and answer a question. Two afternoons found us at the pond. He fished while I read on the first afternoon. The second afternoon found us floating on the pond...it was refreshing and a 'bonding' experience. We talked about anything and everything. He made me giggle. He asks some pretty good questions...which made me think and ponder. Camden is a really great kid with an inquiring mind and a zest for adventure. He laughs easily and it's contagious. He's always been a giggler...even when he was a little guy. Kind of arnery in a subtle way. A teasing manner that sometimes makes you wonder if he's teasing or being serious. Much like his daddy in that.

My sister brought Camden to me at my office in Des Moines. We left and had showings to do. He was great! He got to see a little of what it is I do selling real estate. We were very late getting home, but Uncle Steve had a fire going for us at the pond. That is directly where we headed! Just Camden and I.

We looked at the stars. He made himself a 'smore. We listened to the sounds of summer...sounds of the countryside. Had he heard them before...most likely. Were they more intense? vivid? brighter? YES, because we were 'in the moment'. Crickets, grasshoppers, croaking frogs. Callie barked in the distance...what did she see, smell or hear? A falling star zipped through the sky. Flickering lights from an overhead plane. Big Dipper and Milky Way were overhead.

In the quiet of the night, with no interuptions, Camden and I shared a special moment in time, memories in the making to be remisced in the morning...at a different place and a different time. Hoping this time 'finds' Camden, when he has a niece or nephew of his own~he'll take the time, be in the moment and discover for himself, just how special this time was for me.

My inspired life: Mixin' and Matchin'

2010-07-21T11:36:00.000-05:00

My inspired life: Mixin' and Matchin'

Mixin' and Matchin'

2010-07-21T11:31:00.000-05:00

Last weekend served as the Grand Re-opening for Vintage Home & Garden. After 8 years being open, I felt it time for a face lift. So, several cans of paint later, new inventory, and a little rearranging, the doors opened at 10 a.m. Thursday, July 15th. Many nice compliments unfolded.

I had a great time doing a little mixin' and matchin' with the vintage jewelry and clothing in the shop. Brooches, earrings, necklaces and scarves were matched to sweaters, cami's, skirts and more. A photo shoot is planned...keep a watch out for more on this later.

New garden decor, by way of flowers and birds, will "happy up" your sweet garden spots. Introducing my "Time Traveler" and "Time in a Bottle" lines. I've had fun with this. Stop in and see what I'm talking about. Great ways to showcase family photos, old letters and ephemera. A nice gift for a 'graduate-to-be' or start placing mementos for a new baby...maybe yours or a grandchild.

Stop in sometime. VHG is open the Third Thursday and following Friday, Saturday and Sunday for a sweet, once-a-month shopping event. 10-3. OR, by appt.

Thanks to all the Vintage Home & Garden Fans that made their way to the shop...it was a real pleasure to meet my 'new' friends.

2010-06-30T12:08:00.000-05:00

“It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation." ~ Herman Melville

I received this today on Facebook. I really liked it and really, what a true statement. Do we live a life of authenticity or do we imitate? Imitation is the easy road to travel, isn't it. And, it does flatter...but who?

Something to think about today in our comings and goings. Have a wonderfully authentic day inspired by originality!

Beth

Summer in a Tomato

2010-06-29T12:01:00.000-05:00

After a wet and soggy start to our summer, here in Iowa, the weather has been picture perfect the past few days. Hot and sultry...it drains you to just step outside. But, not these past few days. Energized and ready to entertain for the upcoming 4th of July Celebration...plans are underway.

I picked my first tomatoes from the garden the other day. Summer in the form of a ripe red, juicy tomato. As a little girl, my cousins and I, would pick a tomato from our grandparents garden. Biting into it, the juice would run down our chins. We'd giggle~take another bite~giggle again! I love reminiscing about those times...all the time.

I think it comes with the aging process. We have a tendency to reflect back more and more. Each generation thinking there's was the best, when really, if we each wrote down our favorite memories, studied them side-by-side, we'd realize that the memories are all similar. They don't look much different...the basics. The memories are much the same and really, I mean REALLY, have everything and all, to do with family and home.

All that changes are the clothes we wear, the cars we drive, the jobs we have...the home and places we live. All of those things revolve around us~but, they really don't 'sustain' us. I find, as I move into this thing called 'grandma~hood', I want to share with Makenna...actually, even my nephews, those things that inspired my childhood.

The songs we sang, camping, fishing, picking a dandelion and placing it under our chin to see if we like butter. Family reunions, aunts and uncles, cousins around...all the time. Picnics and holidays, Christmas eve pj's. These are all generational and family traditions. And, inspire in us the same need and want to carry them on...for the here and now and the generations to come.

A ripe red tomato grows in my garden~a new generation will know the thrill of picking it fresh, biting into it~giggles will form, as the juice runs down a chin and I am inspired!

Vintage Home & Garden...where my inspirations come to life

2010-06-16T01:29:00.000-05:00

I've been busy...busy, busy, busy. My mornings are spent with my real estate business. My afternoons, weekends and any other 'free' time is spent at my shop. I'm re-re-redoing, refreshing, re-styling. It's been 8 years and time for a change. It's been fun, uplifting and energizing.

Time is closing in on me. I'm a procrastinator...so, the push is on. Almost every day, I receive a call or email from someone asking if my shop is open yet...and if not, WHEN? My open date is coming soon.

The THIRD THURSDAY SALES will start in July. VINTAGE HOME & GARDEN will be open the THIRD THURSDAY each month and the following Friday, Saturday and Sunday...YES, I'm going to try being open on Sundays. I'll be open 10:00~3:00 each day. As always, I will try to accomodate shoppers by appointment.

You're going to find a new look...walls have been repainted. New vintage merchandise will be available, as well as NEW, new home and garden decor.

Please mark your calendars now...and plan to make it a day shopping at Vintage Home & Garden and the other fine shopping venues in south~central Iowa.

I'm inspired...are you?

Great time with a Great Friend

2010-06-04T21:41:00.014-05:00

It was a great time, shared with a great friend. I decided to try my hand at camping alone, my hubby has cows he needs to tend to, and my job allows me to be anywhere and conduct business. So, with a little planning, a date picked out, groceries purchased, clothes packed...I was off and pulling the rig behind me (followed by the hubby...he had to show me how to set up).

While in the midst of making my camping plans, I remembered my friend, Cindy, had purchased her own camper, so, I did what any good friend would do. I invited her to join me. So the adventure unfolds...

Steve left on Sunday morning, so that meant I had two whole days by myself, until Cindy made her way down. What to do, what to do? I had so many ideas and plans of things I wanted to get done. I didn't know where to start.

I finally decided to try my hand at watercolors. Not too bad, not too bad! It was fun and I lost myself in what I was doing. I was surprised at how enjoyable it was. Sitting at my camper table, taking in the views of the lake, I painted a landscape. Set it aside...I'd come back and tweak it later. I used my pencil to outline a rooster...what did I want it to look like? What colors would I use and how would I initiate texture into the painting? How would it all come together? My first attempt at watercolors was successful, enjoyable and something I wanted to accomplish. I'll come back to it again, and again, and again...I liked it just that much!

It was so fun, not a care in the world! No laundry to worry about, didn't have to concern myself with a meal for anyone. I was one relaxed gal. I pondered, I cleaned, I rearranged the camper (it needed to be done). My afternoon was filled with whatever tripped my trigger...which really wasn't much, but, it was nice! It was refreshing! it was liberating!

The adventure began when Cindy rolled in. I giggle now, just thinking about it. WHAT IS IT THAT IS SOOOOO DARN DIFFICULT TO BACK A CAMPER...ANYTHING FOR THAT MATTER, INTO A NICE BIG PARKING SPOT? We both new what had to be done, we both new how to do it. But, then we noticed a real nice, older gentleman watching us. We, being the big hearted gals that we are, thought that maybe he had some testosterone induced need to come and help these 'damsels in distress'. So, we just played up to it and sure enough...he came over, beat on his chest and directed Cindy into her spot. We played our cards right on that one!

Of course, I'm just being silly. We were very appreciative of his help. And, as I mentioned, we knew what to do...JUST COULDN'T DO IT!!! This sweet man insisted upon helping us set up the camper. "Verle" was his name. Pretty soon, we waved his sweet wife over to join us at the picnic table. Shirley came right over and we had an extremely nice visit. Verle and Shirl went back to their camper and Cindy and I had supper in mine. Needless to say, it had to be the hottest day of the year so far, and we were hot, sweaty and exhausted.

Our two day adventure took us to Van Buren county one day and into Missouri the next. Yes, I did say Missouri. Jamesport, Missouri to be exact. A little shopping along the way, a stop here and there and lots and lots of talking and laughing.

Once again, I found myself basking in the joy of taking the road less travelled. My cohort in crime likes to do that, too. And so, there we were, driving along the back roads of southern Iowa and Northern Missouri. Gentle curves, rolling blacktop, grassy hillsides dotted with cows and the occasional sheep. A great time, shared with a great friend...taking the road less travelled and enjoying the adventure called life.

So many reasons to be inspired...

2010-05-15T08:57:00.002-05:00

I find inspiration in many places. From many different situations. A multitude of who, what, where and why's...one never knows when inspiration will come, but if we're open to it, it'll find us!

A gentleman stopped in my office to chat the other day, and said, "wow, this is bright. I like it." I told him that I needed bright, happy colors go give me energy, make me happy...inspiration. He noticed that I pulled the wall colors from the picture I had hanging behind my desk. He was correct. A colorful and pretty picture inspired me...first to purchase it and then to use. I had this picture in my bedroom for quite awhile. Now, it's in my office. It makes me happy to be in my office, surrounded by colors and things I enjoy.

I subscribe to a couple different 'do good, feel good' blogs/websites. Daily, I receive a new post on my email with a great story and quotation. I find, the more I introduce these into my daily life, the more I am in tune and concientious of being better. I think about the situation and wonder how I could incorporate that into my life. Who could I share a similar idea with...to make someone else's life better. It helps to keep me focused, and of course, inspired.

Take a minute to leave a comment here on my blog...share a story, an idea...your inspiration. Thanks for stopping by today...

Inspired mornings...

2010-04-18T10:17:00.000-05:00

Coffee in hand, I settle into my big, comfy sofa in the sunroom. From this vantage point, I'm able to see the birds at our feeders, the daily coming-to-life of the trees in spring bloom, black cows dotting the landscape and green...our pastures, too, are coming to life.

I find this spot most mornings; and here I am inspired by my surroundings. A story comes to mind, an idea for another decorating project, I'm reminded of a note I need to pen...I get inspired!

Yesterday, I spent some time with my drawing pad in hand, pencil at the ready. I worked on my landscaping plan for our new entry way into the recently added mudroom. What colors will compliment? Shade loving plants are a must...hostas, bleeding hearts, and coral bells are just a few of the plants that will find a home in that spot. I want it to be very inviting and soothing. Just a casual walk-way into my home that is void of lots of 'lotsa'...a delightful 'welcome' to my home.

As I started my plan, I quickly realized that it would become a bigger project, because, just like a home remodeling project...you can't just stop at one redo and call it good. The one redo makes the other rooms look a bit outdated, tired, lackluster. So, my landscape design continued around to the south side of my home. The walnut trees will need to come down; they'll make great planters or a spot for birdhouses. I'll have to study the growth of the trees and see how that could work.

The southside of the house, with the walnut trees down, will be a great spot for a butterfly and bird attracting garden. Do I go with a 'cottage' look? I love wildflowers, too. Maybe a little of both. A definate must...a birdbath or two...or three.

Well, I can't stop there. If I do, the whole east side of the house will look bare not complete. I can continue the southside landscaping plan here, too. Not to stop there, it'll have to continue around to the front of the porch and wrap on around to the north side of the mudroom addition...another shade loving garden here, too.

As I sit here with my inspiring thoughts, I'm reminded that none of it will get done while I'm sitting here...dreaming, drawing and not doing. So, it's off I go. First things first...I have to mow.

What does it mean to be a grandmother?

2010-04-16T11:25:00.030-05:00

I love every inch of her! From her head to her sweet toes; to her teeny, tiny and delicate fingernails. She's beautiful, she's sweet, she's a very happy little girl. She makes my heart swell with happiness and so much love! She inspires me to be BETTER!

Overnight, she went from a 'needing' baby to a toddler...what is that one moment when they take that step and feel confident enough to take another and then another...soon, she'll be running! Then, before we know it, she'll be walking down the aisle...to graduation from high school, college...marriage. I know, I know...there's so much life in between, but having been through raising three children of my own, I look back, and it seems like it was just yesterday, they were 'needing' babies, then in school, then graduating...

As I was driving home last evening, listening to Dahlilia, a woman was requesting a song for what it's like to be a grandmother. To Dahlilia's knowledge, there wasn't one. It got me to thinking; what would this song say? What is it about being a grandmother that seems so different from being a mother? How do I feel about being a grandmother? How do you feel about it...what words would you use to describe it? Are you inspired to be better?

One thing that happened upon becoming a grandmother, is it put into perspective how it felt to my mom, my ex-mother-in-law, my mother-in-law, my grandmother and my great. The 'silly' (my perception) things they did or the things they said, that kind of made me mad, I find I do and I understand completely. I say to Makenna, "how's grammy's girl?" A similar sentiment was said to my oldest daughter, Courtney, "How's grandma's dolly" and it would put me in a tail spin...now, I understand the love, the pride, the intense feelings behind those words. It has more to do with the love for this little being, than it does 'ownership'. I understand now! Oh, how I understand!

I'm also reminded of all the things from my childhood that are now special thoughts, special memories; I find I want to replicate that for my little granddaughter. Tea parties, aunts and uncles and cousins all around...all the time. I want her to know her Great grandma and have the same close relationship with he,r that I had with my grandma Grace. I want to plant a garden with her and see her expressions at seeing it come to life. Camping and picnics, fishing at the pond. Making dolls with flowers and making flowers with tissue. Letting her concoct in the kitchen. I want to share it all with her, and with each new day or time spent with her, I'm reminded of something new. I'm inspired to be better.

To see the world through her eyes,- is a reawakening in me. To see a bug and watch it crawl along. Will she be as thrilled with doing that as her daddy was? I want to teach her to read, and to enjoy the small things in life. I want to sew little girl outfits again. I enjoy seeing her little face change. More hair and another tooth change her whole look each time I see her. To hear her giggle...I especially love to hear her giggle. Her eyes light up, she's just plain silly! Makenna does this little thing...she shrugs her shoulders and it's so darn cute. She also scrunches her face up, seeming to say, "I'm cute" and she is. She watches our every move...she's quick, she's alert...well, you know, she's just plain brilliant...there it is, I said it and I've written it.

The toy aisles...I've always hated the toy aisles...not so much anymore. I look at Barbie dolls and baby dolls. Will she be a girly-girl...so far, she kinda is. But, I find I want to buy her farm animals and barns, too. Play-doh, and sidewalk chalk...or, just a plain old limestone rock would do. Then again, I'm reminded of pots and pans to clang around on. Dandelions under the chin and Mother Goose stories. I sing her the songs my children's grandmother's sang them. "You are my sunshine", "Bushel and a Peck". Finger games: Fly away Jack, itsy bitsy spider, and more. I want her to know the songs and stories of Jesus. She needs to know these things, I think...I know! I want to make sure she knows these things. I'm inspired to be better.

To snuggle and cuddle. To have her reach around my neck and pull me close in a hug...oh~my~gosh! An overwhelming sense of love can take over my heart...sometimes I want to cry, I love her so much...so much that it hurts my heart.

Each and every day, many moments in my day, I think of Grammie's Girl and I miss her. I want to see her. I want to be all I can be for her and to her. I want to be a better person, I want to be a better mom, I want to be more alive and in the moment. Makenna inspires me to BE all these things. I love her!

70 years old...what a life!

2010-04-09T11:44:00.001-05:00

In February, my mom turned 70 years old. A life that has seen so much, done so many things, mastered the ups and downs, the ebbs and flows. A life that has been well-lived. She is successful. She is an inspiration!

I'd like to tell you about my mom, a woman who raised two daughters on her own. That will be her legacy...we are her legacy...her grandchildren and now a great-grandchild, are her legacy. A life well-lived. Not without adversity. Not without hardships. Not without struggles. Those are the things life is made of. But, more importantly, a life well-lived.

A life with great childhood memories. A life with loving family. A life of putting herself through school...at 38. Raising two daughters alone. A life filled with fun and laughter. A life filled with joy.

When I think about all the things my mom has accomplished, I can't help but be inspired by her. She is independent, strong, funny, dependable! She is her grandchildren's greatest ally. She is her families greatest ally. To know her...I don't know if I completely do. But, she is an inspiration.

She loves whole-heartedly. She defends to a fault. "You can say anything about me, but don't say it about those I love" She's a cheerleader, she's a fighter, she's a good hugger. A cooker, a gardener, she loves to fish. She loves her grandchildren!!! To be loved by her, you're loved unconditionally...really. She's helped nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters. She's helped grandchildren and daughters.

My mom retired a few years ago and it's been a real delight to see her enjoy this time in her life. I was concerned. Wondered what she'd do with her time. But, she's pleasantly surprised me. She's sat with a neighbor's mother who has alzhiemers. She's went and helped get her to bed when the husband was at home with her. She most recently volunteered at the city planting their flowers...who knew? She helps elderly neighbors...more elderly than her. She's active and continues to be active...she's my inspiration!

I'm blessed with a mother like her. A fighter, tenacious, my greatest cheerleader. I thank God for her. All of her...the things that drive me crazy (look out kids, I am my mother after all) the things that make me laugh and shake my head, I appreciate her and I am in indebted to her. She is my greatest cheerleader and I am one of her greatest legacies. I'm proud of that.

This is a tribute to my mom, Barbara Ann Cort. My Inspiration.

Springtime Sights and Sounds

2010-04-08T11:42:00.004-05:00

From a distance, I can hear the growl of a caterpillar moving dirt. The farmer, our neighbor, is terracing his field...a little conservation practice going into effect.

Outside my window, birdsong floods the air. It's so light and airy, a pleasant sound for the senses. Baby cows beller, teeny tiny sheep frolic and play.

In the early morning, just before dawn, the birds wake me from my slumber. What a great way to be awakened. Slowly, but surely, the sounds invade my mind. One eye opens, then the other. The birdsong is drowned out by my other senses. Then I concentrate and listen more intently. I crack my window to hear it more clearly. I love it.

Somewhere else, in the distance, I hear the whir of tires on pavement, as people travel to work. I'm sure their radios are up and there minds are on the day at hand. Did they hear the birds when they made their way to their car? Did they take in the sights and sounds of the early morning dawn...springtime sounds?

Springtime sights...an earlier rain greened up the lawn. Lawn mowers are in driveways being prepared for their duty...surely to be used sooner, rather than later.

Soon, tractors with planters, grasshopper-like vehicles will be trolling down the road, one farm field to the other, readying the fields for a crop that will soon be prolific in the countryside.

Fresh mown hay...I love the scent, will be rolled into bundles. Small squares will dot the horizon. A group of young men will be seen throwing the small bales onto a haywagon. Strong, hot and sweaty.

Springtime sights and sounds will give way to tall stalks of corn, stubby bean bushes and then, before we know it...fall harvest. A whole new world will awaken the senses again.

I love the sights and sounds of spring. Faith, hope and new beginnings. I'm Inspired...oh, to be an inspiration!

Daniel's Gloves...author unknown to me...in honor of 'Larry'.

2010-03-01T07:58:00.000-06:00

Daniel's Gloves

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will work for food.' My heart sank.

I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me:
'Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square.'

Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.

I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.

'Looking for the pastor?' I asked. 'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.' 'Have you eaten today?''Oh, I ate something early this morning.' 'Would you like to have lunch with me?' 'Do you have some work I could do for you?' 'No work,' I replied 'I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.' 'Sure,' he replied with a smile.

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?' 'St. Louis' 'Where you from?' 'Oh, all over; mostly Florida 'How long you been walking?' 'Fourteen years,' came the reply.

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'

Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona... He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God 'Nothing's been the same since,' he said,

'I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.' 'Ever think of stopping?' I asked. 'Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles
That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.'

I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: 'What's it like?' 'What?' 'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?' 'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me.'

My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused He turned to me and said, 'Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.'

I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I asked. He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite.. 'I've read through it 14 times,' he said. 'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see' I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.

'Where are you headed from here?' I asked. 'Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.' 'Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?' 'No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next.'

He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. 'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked... 'I like to keep messages from folks I meet.'

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.' 'Thanks, man,' he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you.' 'I know,' I said, 'I love you, too.' 'The Lord is good!' 'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?' I asked. A long time,' he replied

And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed.. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you in the New Jerusalem.' 'I'll be there!' was my reply.

He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?' 'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God bless.'

'God bless.' And that was the last I saw of him.

Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.

Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?' Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office.. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 'See you in the New
Jerusalem,' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...

'I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.'