My Field Days

Do you quilt too? A friend from my childhood asked me this recently.  We haven’t been in touch for years and years.  In fact, this blog is what has actually brought us back together.  She was a grown woman when I was a little girl.  “The preacher’s wife.” And so, as we spend a little [...]

When did I become a chair collector? It certainly wasn’t planned.  But this morning I have literally been carrying chairs all over the barn, trying to find places to put them without having this place look like some kind of chair museum.  I actually think that might be kind of special… a wall devoted to [...]

I have another little bit of Facebook trivia for you.  If you do Facebook… don’t you get a kick out of the things that people will comment upon?  You can say something important and it goes by without as much as a “like” click.  Or you can say the most random little thing, and the [...]

Since I’ve written about the gentlemen and also about cowboy hats, and since I’ve had comments about the gentlemen who still tip those hats to ladies… I’ve just had that on my mind.  You know me!  Once it’s on the mind, it’s got to find its way onto paper.  (Or onto a computer screen, as [...]

I’ve seen some things.  Haven’t we all?  These two scenes are in my mind, and seem worthy of sharing.  Since it’s been over a month since I saw both scenes… and still, they play about in my memory… I think it’s time to write it all down. One story takes place between a mother and [...]

The wind was blowing like gangbusters last night.   I thought so as I was listening to it howl from my bed.   Screens on the windows were rattling, gusts were hammering the walls, I hoped (yet again) that my rooster weathervane would survive the blasts. And I wondered… what, exactly, are gangbusters.   I determined I would [...]

I’ve just been outside walking, the sun’s about to set, I only needed a sweatshirt… one of those grand, sunny January days in New Mexico.  But we all know the cold front is coming.  We love to talk about the weather here because it turns on a dime.  Always something you can talk about with [...]