When I think of home growing up, it isn’t a place, but experiences. My family was a close-knit one in that my Grandparents, my mother’s parents and my father’s dad, were friends. Perhaps it was because my Grandmother Nunnally had passed before I was born, the Nunnally families and the Geddie families often spent holidays…
A Sunday Morning Walk…
Early morning bird calls are reminders that my busyness within me too often misses the world outside of me. It’s a quiet Sunday morning and I walk the perimeter of the cottage land. Our tiny triangle of dreams. Life is all around, from the birds calling and feasting by the fairy lights as I scoot…
Saturdays with Sweetie
Have you ever had a week go by so fast that you couldn’t imagine that seven days had already passed? It seems Spring days are filled with so much excitement and doing those days become endless time every day. We are so excited to see the sunshine and green of Spring in this cottage. It…