Begin Again
It is hard for me to begin again. My dad died just over two weeks ago and I have struggled to write a blog post, since my last passionate one nothing seems as important. The ordinariness of the past two
Quilting in Community
Last Sunday I arrived back at the Ranch in the wee hours after a belated birthday trip to Chicago with my husband. We loved the city. We spent most of our time walking and exploring the wonder neighborhoods and the
Bursting and Buzzing
Well the trees are blooming and you know what that means? Bees. There is a row of pink flowering trees (by Friday I promise to find out what they are) along the great lawn below a small grove of cedar