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(One of my very short 20 second videos of the wind in action.) The creative mind can always figure out ways to procrastinate further. So next, I go check on Joe and tell him how wonderful he is.
Look at that good boy! Up and down that ladder! He took them off last fall to paint the house; we sort of liked the house all white and plain, didn’t hurry on getting them painted and back up . . . but we began to miss them (they’ve been on the house since 1849!), so now they’re back! House is saying “thank you!”
Love coming back into the kitchen full of Brownie smells! Five more minutes until they come out of the oven — I get the pillows out of the dryer, because they now look like this….
All plumped and fat and fresh and ready to get some good windy-day air into them . . . make them smell like the ocean . . .
Out to the line they went to finish drying — another quilt added to the line . . .
While the brownies cool, I put down my hooked rugs, pull out fall dishtowels, start cleaning out some cupboards, getting my kitchen in order so that when we get home in the middle of October, we can slide right into fall, and not miss one beat of this wonderful time of year. The brownies get cut into squares when they are completely cooled . . .
Finally, they’re ready (because they’re much chewier when they’re cool!) to go on the cake stand . . . A doily gives the whole scene that “professional” look, and of course we do want this to look professional!
Although at this point do we really care about professional? No, we do not, we care about yum! ♥
Voila! Kitchen looks like fall, brownies are ready for my guy, I’m feeling all happy because even though it’s August (rude reminder), my kitchen is ready for Autumn leaves.♥ I hope I’ve made you as excited as I am about fall and the change of seasons. It would only be fair, I’d hate to be in this alone. But just in case you need more decorating enticement (which, knowing you, I don’t think you really do!) . . . We’re having not one, but two new drawings! Your Willards started going out this morning; that’s where I told you all about them. You have until midnight Sept. 11 to enter by going to the top of this page and signing up where it says “subscribe, click here” (that’s where there’s a “random chooser” that makes all the decisions about who wins the prizes!) If you’ve already done that, you’re automatically entered! Here’s what we’re giving away . . .
This print of my original watercolor (you can read more here) called Grandma’s Bowl (because it was!) — comes unframed or matted, so you can pick out something that matches your own decorating, but it’s on very thick watercolor paper, you’ll love it! I hope you win! The other drawing will be for this …
One of my (100% wool, hand-hooked) rugs . . . ♥

Just a small token of my great affection for all of you and the very kind comments you have been leaving for me.♥ I read every single one of them! It’s my favorite thing about having this blog! I can’t quite express my gratitude, it’s been a bit overwhelming, but you’ve made me think that blogging is perhaps the best possible thing a person could ever do for fun and relaxation! When I started, I was afraid I would feel like I was talking to myself, but it hasn’t worked out that way at all! Thank you! ♥











The one in front is probably an old salt shaker, but I use it for vanilla sugar (that’s a vanilla bean in there). Old jars have a charm to them; they’re handy too; you can see what’s inside and how much is left; plus they make the inside of my cupboards look good! Also, I can get a full-size measuring cup into the wide opening of the sugar and the flour jars. They’re good for keeping nuts, granola, rice, brown sugar, cookies, crackers, just about any loose thing you have, coffee, tea bags — and everything stays fresh. Collecting them slowly, piece by piece, when I see them, when they aren’t too expensive, has been fun; because of that, they each sort of carry their own little memory, reminding us of the times we packed up the van and went out “meandering.”
















