new horse pasture

So this really was project #1  Joel made this new pasture for the horses.. Its about 4 acres

 Here are Sissy and Pete in their new paddock.

Outside spring project #1

Maybe its project #3

 We have so many going on, but Joel decided its time to pay attention to the back side of the house this year and get something going.  Dirt has gotten pushed up the siding by the dogs and this is NOT a good thing for board and batt siding, so here Joel has dug down to clear the siding.

Here we just need to do something

Photo before the digging started

progress, Joel just made a trip to Buffalo and is bringing back a truck load of surprise for this project.  Stay tuned..

Transferware, does anyone know?

What the pattern is on this biscut Jar is?

Ive googled until I am dizzy... I can not find anything on this pattern or mark.  Help?

pintrest

I like to browse pintrest.  I like tons of the ideas I see there.  Like this one.

before and after

These were Joels mom's dressers when she lived at home with her parents.  They came from her fathers furniture store in Buffalo, NY

 Joel got them at some point over the years.  They had become a little worn with age.  Joel put alot of elbow grease into sanding them down by hand and with some accent paint and clear poly they again are fine pieces of furniture again.

This week on the hill....

My mom is sick...very sick... She is on 24 hour oxygen and only has 30% function of her lungs.  This winter her decline has been enormous.  My father has had to take over the cooking duties, and the house just was a mess.  So my bosses have allowed me to change around a few hours so I could have one afternoon a week I could devote to my parents and helping clean, doing laundry and what ever else needs to be done out there.  So I have been attempting to put right more than a few years of neglect, due to my mom being sick for a while and the rest of us not really understanding that she wasn't able to keep up with what we thought she was.  I've been at this for a few months now.

And my mom just likes her stuff, lots of stuff, any stuff, the grand canyon of stuff...
Last week I had a melt down, its hard when you go and go and do and do and it doesn't look like much was done, at all.  My husband says he sees a difference, every week I leave with a load of garbage, recycling and just general getting rid of  things(with my mothers permission, of course)

Well anyway, last week I had just finished vacuuming and mopping the bathroom and I heard the backdoor open and my nephew came in with their two large dogs, just covered with mud... leaving a mud trail, like a 4x4 had just driven through the house.  Now I am used to living on the farm and muddy boots, ect... but this just hit me between the eyes and I started to cry... My poor father was so sweet and felt sooooo bad, but I just felt like all this is for not, every week I clean and pick up the same stuff... I know my mother is upset that I need to come in the first place, but finally she is accepting me there and now looks forward to me coming there, because she gets me all to herself for a whole afternoon and I chat and work and encourage her.

This week was better, I started on their bedroom and had a surprise in the upstairs bathroom, but little by little I will get things in order so Mom can enjoy the rest of her time.  Hopefully as the weather gets nice I can get her back to physical therapy, last year that helped so much, she was actually able to go outside, I hope we can get her back to that quality of life again.  But the winter is too much, the wind just takes her breath away and she can't get it back.  Its horrible to watch.

more quilts

 This was by the Ithaca Quilt Guild...