Thanksgiving Misstep

Thanksgiving Misstep

This Thanksgiving I decided not to make a pie for dessert. Paul is working hard to lose weight and Hannah doesn’t like pumpkin pie. So why bother? Yesterday morning, as things in the kitchen were gearing up, Hannah asked, “Aren’t we making a...
Our First Christmas Without Santa

Our First Christmas Without Santa

Santa didn’t come to our house this year. I knew the cat was out of the bag when Hannah asked me with a knowing smile, “Why do you have Santa’s wrapping paper stashed in the storage room?” You see, Santa wraps presents in this special Santa...
Christmas Morning

Christmas Morning

Chrismtas morning. Note how dark it still is outside! Snape the kitty taking Christmas morning in stride.
Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

This Christmas artwork was created by my great, great aunt, Elizabeth Stroble. Elizabeth taught art at a high school in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Each year she created an amazing linoleum block print poster and sent a copy to her nieces and nephews as her Christmas...
A Downeast Thunder Christmas Tree

A Downeast Thunder Christmas Tree

In recent years it’s become our family tradition to cut a Christmas tree from our own property. This usually involves at least an hour of tromping through the woods, studying every fir tree under 20 feet from all angles. It is too skinny? Is it full enough? Is...
My First Wreath

My First Wreath

I attempted to make my first balsam fir Christmas wreath. I’n my usual fashion, I researched the heck out of the project. I read tutorials on the Internet and watched “how to” videos on YouTube. I spent an afternoon tromping through the woods (hoping...
The Biker Christmas Wreath

The Biker Christmas Wreath

My husband owns a business called Downeast Thunder Power Sports. Although Paul has a colorful background (motorcycle mechanic, builder of motorcycle racing engines, U.S. Marine, marine engineer, port engineer, etc.) his passion is motorcycles and engines. He readily...
Smile, It’s Mother’s Day

Smile, It’s Mother’s Day

Today was Mother’s Day. Hannah’s gift to me was to cook breakfast and dinner – by herself. For breakfast she made wild blueberry pancakes for me. We’ve done this together many times. Her first solo run as a pancake chef was smooth sailing. What...