Holding Up Home

The holidays are about family and food. Many folks are lucky enough to travel back home.

My childhood home is just the same except Daddy is gone and Mama is in an assisted living facility.

My husband’s family farm is in the process of being cleaned out. Both his parents are gone.

So, where is home now?

My children are under the roof of the house my husband and I built ourselves. This is their home.

We will spend Thanksgiving at the farm and tomorrow with Mama and my sister at the facility.

So, where is home now?

I never questioned where home was before. Home was wherever my parents and sister were.

Home was daddy’s garden, the swing, the living room with the piano, daddy’s chair by the window.

That place is still there, but empty and quiet. It is full of old things and fond memories, not people.

Home is warm and noisy and busy.

We are the home now. We are holding up home. We are the foundation, whether solid or cracked.

We must hold up home for our children. We must be the home.

I never felt this weight before. Holding everyone together, preserving the family.

Today as I make Mama’s sweet potato casserole and Nana’s stuffing, I will appreciate all the holidays behind me

and realize that I am holding up home like a bridge between the past and the future.

Home for the holidays.

I am home. I am the home.

Happy Thanksgiving


Fairies Celebrate Labor Day

The fairies wanted to have their own little cook out on Labor Day weekend.

I put Ruth in charge of the grilling.

They have fixed quite a feast. I am not sure humans should eat this.

I hope Ruth’s pancreas can handle it.

Oh good. She seems to be sticking with wine and cupcakes.

The fairies sure know how to have fun!

Happy Labor Day Folks and Fairies


A Fairy Fourth

American freedom is a thing to celebrate.

The fairies realized that a party was in order and planned a parade.

There were prizes awarded for the best decorated entries.

Carie the Tooth Fairy won for her bike decor.


Several floats were constructed.


Tink enjoyed riding on one of these.


Queen Mona decorated her carriage.


A patriotic tear drop trailer joined in.


Even the onlookers were in costume.


Wingrid stayed awake for the festivities.


Ruth lead the proceedings, of course.


My favorite entries were the little kids in wagons.



Happy Fourth of July!


Thanks to my friend Barbara S. for the parade idea.


Happy Birthday to my favorite little boy, Rudy A.


Happy Birthday America.



Fairy Egg Hunt with a Hitch

The fairies begged us to have an egg hunt over Easter weekend.

Ruth and I hid the eggs.

Tinker Bell brought cupcakes.


The Tooth Fairy brought Sundaes. I think she has a sweet tooth.


Rosebud insisted we serve tea.

Those Playmobil fairies wear their skirts too short for my taste. Baby don’t bend over!

The Queen was dressed in her best vinery. Looks like she’s been eating a chocolate bunny.


Poison Ivy is way too competitive. She brought a very large basket.


I loved Wingrid’s hat. It was just her color. (literally)


I did wish that Ruth had not kept pointing out where we hid the eggs.


A chipmunk showed up.

He spent most of his time finding the food. No surprise there.

When the finders are also fliers, the sky is the limit as far as hiding places go.


I am not sure what happened?


Our egg hunt turned into a chick rescue.


I should have known not to use those magic eggs!

Happy Easter Peeps