a basket of bits & pieces.

while i'm not of the mind to borrow jargon to describe life's happenings, i'm using a bit of jargon to describe life of late .. it's been a minute. it truly has. sometimes i find my day has whisked by with barely a thought of the tucked away list i wanted to check off as complete simply because i was too busy. such is the case. it's been a minute since visiting this little corner of blogdom. it's been a minute since i attempted to put thought to keyboard. it's been a minute. truly. it's been a minute. i'd like to try posting more. we'll see how this goes, hm?

this blog post will be here, there and everywhere. when i uploaded pics somehow they got all coddiwomple rather than the planned way in which i wanted them shared, which i guess is fitting for my blog name IS coddiwomple. regardless, carry on if you choose.

i love the mornings when fog hangs low, the air is damp, and looking across our property to the neighbors, as pictured, deems a picture should be taken to commemorate the moment. i zoomed in to get a closer shot. one for the memory books. cool foggy mornings calm me.

i must say this is a fair depiction of late. sigh. i like to feel the dirt in my fingers and do use a nail brush - but there always seems to be a tich of earth just underneath. working on it. this is a funny meme though, hm? maybe i too can use my nail beds as start plugs. wink.

the hubs and i turned 66 in april

and boy howdy do we feel every year of it.

due to a recent photo shoot i now have a 

picture to share with you. charming.

that about covers our height - or lack thereof - issue.

i've missed flowers since moving here.

the hubs is sweet and to bring a bit more happiness

to my already content heart, he planted over 200 bulbs.

this shows just a sampling of the beauty. 

i went out this morning and snipped a few tulips,

daffodils, lilac, and a sprig from a flowering bush.

into a pretty jar and on my counter next to where

our yogurt is incubating. so pretty. 

after refurbishing/rebuilding/restoring eleven vintage

trailers, we're set to release number eleven and going

a different direction for our travel needs.

this darling is a 1955 Boles Aero Monterey.

we rebuilt/restored it from the ground up.

* blood * sweat * tears *

.. literally ..

she's a beauty but we're moving on and saying

a fond farewell to that part of our lives.

a week ago's tulips on the monstrous-sized hutch

the hubs built. aren't they so so pretty? 

oh! oh! oh! this is good. yesindeedy. 

a bit of yum for dinner recently. i used a burrito size

tortilla and added the taco ingredients, lightly brushed

evoo on all sides then into a toasty cast iron skillet to

get all crunchy delish. served with sour cream and

*illinois hot sauce* it was lip-smackin' yum.

*illinois hot sauce* my childhood growing up in

the itty bitty northeast corner of the state. 

dad would make tacos. he got the spicy sauce

and the littles got catsup. my sweet sister shirley

and i still eat ground beef tacos this way. wink.

the recent aurora borealis made a showing in our parts.

not as fancy as other pictures i've seen but my goodness

this was sure beautiful. how was it in your area?

one of two pea start areas. the hubs suggested i invert

a tomato cage in the dirt so peas can climb up the 

metal poles. so i did. the cage is held down with these

nifty holdy downy metal things i have in the 

greenhouse. do you like my techy explanation?

there are two pea starts at each pole.

the pretty mess in the middle is lavender.

i have more peas in a nearby area.

lilacs are itchin' to say hello. soon.

my little radishes seem happy.

i'll pickle some and others i'll saute

in butter as a nice addition to a meal.

potatoes are in the ground and reaching for the sun.

our last frost date is june 18 so i'm getting what

i can in the ground as our growing season is short.

with that dear ones .. i'll sign off. 

dinner needs to be put together and it isn't

going to do it on its own, near as i can tell.

bless you dearly as you see well to the ways of

your household and those you love.

with love,

.sherry.

p.s. maranatha

slow down..

see clearly..

love gently..

live bravely.

{melissa * slowliving}

rest is found, 

not when you try to understand

all the confusing twists and turns 

that shape the timeline of your life, 

but when you trust the One 

who is writing your story."

{unknown}