Come on over :)

Hello to you…

If I were a more tech savvy girl, I would not have to up and move.  I know there once was a way to keep the blog but change the name but, being the old fashioned and stubborn girl I am ….it eluded me.

So, I am going to stay on wordpress but am blogging under “Wisdom from the Sisterhood”.  Some of you have already come to visit…thank you.  I love the community we have here, I love what I learn from you all and I love the sharing that we do.  So don’t be a stranger, come on over.  And, you know, if I could serve up some cupcakes to you…I sure would.  I will put up recipes though :).

Hope to see you sooooon!

j

Maisy girl

She loves her “baby” and carries it with her. When she stops for a moment, she will lay down and use the baby as a pillow. NEVER chews them up.

The Farm

On top of the farm gate.

A Friend…

I’m not a spider fan..but I liked this guy 😉

From Functional to Yard Relic…

I realized this chair was useful once upon a time…we do sit outside a lot and visit in the South. But, at some point and probably unconsciously, this chair made the transition from functional to yard art.  This also resides on the farm in MS and is still a sittable piece but, nonetheless, it props up the tree and just looks peaceful 😉

All Boy…

I call it boy brain…all things boy that make them what they are. With their boy brain wiring, my boys make me LAUGH out loud and I marvel at their originality and their fearlessness. This is on one of our jaunts back to visit the family farm in Mississippi. Wide open spaces, lizards, snakes, blueberries to pick, dirt to cover with and a whole lot of creative trouble to stir up :)….and there were NO broken bones.

Mr. Lizard

I promise he was released unharmed 🙂

The Chicken House

My grandparents old chicken house. My son is actually standing inside of it. He was curious to say the least! The homemade, rustic ladders and roosts were still in tact 🙂

The Smoke House at The Old House

This is the farm where my mom was raised. It is still owned by the family. This is what is left of my grandparent’s smoke house :).