Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Hi Dear Friends! Yesterday I was not at a church, I was visiting a farm and garden, doing some plein air painting (for pics of the paintings, go to "paper and brushes" in the address bar above).
The garden home is made up of antique finds, like the stain glass windows in the bathroom and kitchen, and this old french cook island which is so cool, don't you think?
Always, always, always, love those claw foot tubs.
And then there's the ever popular composting toilet (if you have to ask then you really don't want to know). I think I'll pass on having one in southern cottage home, but hey, when in Rome . . . .
Ahhhh . . . . the garden.
Love the garden.
And the chicken coop, and the chickens.
And the barn.
And . . . . ta da! The cows! Although I didn't really see any cows on the farm, I saw these guys when I was driving through the countryside.
And I'm working on some paintings of everything and everyone one I saw.
And, once again, thank you all for your patience. Thanks for coming to see the blog. I apologize for the sabbatical the last two weeks. It's been crazy busy. But I think of you dear friends, all the time. Love you. Enjoy the day!
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Hi Friends! I took this picture yesterday morning while driving through town. The clouds reminded me of Oregon coastal clouds, and made me feel very nostalgic. I do love it here, and I have been pleasantly surprised that the heat and humidity have not been that bad. I love all the flowers everywhere, especially all of the hydrangea which is a favorite of mine.
I hope you are all having a beautiful day. Love ya!
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Hi Friends! I heard about this covered bridge that is just outside of Nashville, Indiana, and I roped Ron into driving me there to see it.
The drive itself was fun. From hwy 46 we took Greasy Creek Road to Bear Wallow Hill Road to Bean Blossom Road.
And then we found this place, in Nineveh.
Everything made from scratch.
Pretty table linens inside and out.
We walked through the gardens.
And barns and sheds, full of antiques
And then we set off again to find the covered bridge. We found it, just outside the town of Bean Blossom. It's a pretty bridge.
We followed this car across the creek and into town, which consists of a corner of the roadway with an antique store and a couple of other buildings.
I thought of my brother-in-law Bill when I saw the old cars here.
And then we headed for home, back in Bloomington. We had a lovely Sunday drive.
I hope you all are having a wonderful week. Take a drive out in the country, it restores the soul. And, you don't know what you'll find.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Hi Friends. Did you know that Bloomington, Indiana is an arts community that just happens to have a town and a university attached to it?
Yesterday, there was yet another celebration of the arts. And in the town square, no less.
The streets were closed off all around the square, which by the way, envelopes the courthouse.
And some older folks too. After all, art is for everyone.
And . . . . btw, Bloomington is called Bloomington for a reason.
Now this is me, leaving the market, and I took this picture on purpose but somehow it doesn't seem as good as the picture my camera took for me. I should just let me camera take all its own pictures.
Me, again, on purpose. What in the world is my hair doing? Oh, sigh. lol.
Flowers again, lining the windows all over town. So pretty.
Have a wonderful day, You'all, and if you have an arts festival in your town, I hope you can go. It's fun, it's free just to go and walk around, and it supports the arts in your community.
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Hi Friends. I've long known that one of my family relatives was Dr. Brewster Higley of "Home On The Range" fame. My Grandpa's Mom was a Higely, and for those of you who would be interested knowing, her name was Pearthenia Eleanor Higley. She was the daughter of Clark Higley and Amanda Thompson Baker (Higley). Clark Higley and his dad are historical figures in their own right, but I'll get to that in another family heritage post.
Here's the cabin Dr. Brewster Higley built, on the very land that inspired the lyrics to his song. Dr. Higley was a traveling doctor. He lived alone after losing one wife in Indiana, and suffering from a second unsuccessful marriage. Finally, finding peace on the prairie land of Kansas, he settled in as a circuit doc/philosopher/poet.
My sister Mary and I drove miles out of our way to visit this historical site, and we were glad we did. The cabin was recently restored, and looks great.
The original title for "Home On The Range" was "My Western Home". The song was picked up and sung across the prairie land, eventually landing up outside Franklin D. Roosevelt's home the night he was voted in as the next President of the United States. Roosevelt heard the song and fell in love with it. It was one of his favorite songs, and may have been played at his inaugural event. The radio picked it up and you could hear it everywhere in the land. Only, no one knew who wrote it . . . . until a lawyer was dispatched to learn the origins of the song. He was led to Dr. Brewster Higley as the author. Today, "Home On The Range" is the state song of Kansas, and it is still sung as a part of our national heritage.
So, I hope you enjoyed this little bit of southern cottage girl's family history, and tour. I had fun sharing it with you.
Have a terrific day, Friends. love ya!