I have fallen in love with antique photos of people and their houses because of a blog entry written by Rod Dreher called The Impermanence of Things.
I hope to display my growing collection all the way up the stairs.
Garage saling was light this weekend. Some sales were canceled due to rain and I wasn't going to risk my life getting to ones in Hunt and Harper. These were bought at the Hill Country Chorale sale and all are going in Christine's room.
I've read that the ever-bearing strawberries do not taste as good as the "June-bearing," but to me, this Quinault strawberry is a bite of heaven. Ignorance is bliss!
A pouty boy on a rainy day holding our first strawberry.