Something about this February week designed to celebrate love. If you let your guard down even a little….it’ll get you! I’m smiling this morning. Time to mail off the Valentines that my lover-boy, now the Grandpa at the RedBarn, and I put together last night for the sweet children who have appeared in the homes of the babes we raised together back-in-the-day.
Do you ever take the time to write out a quote that touches your heart? Something special about the feel of a wooden pencil in the hand. And have you noticed how the words you write down keep reappearing and popping back into your life? No rules; we don’t have to agree with everything that particular person says or feels. Just the words we select. Oh, the beauty of words! It’s our life and we each get to run it…all day long. Aren’t we lucky for that?
In my cherished miscellaneous spot(yes, the junk drawer) near the address book, a small, crumpled, green paper found it’s way to the top this morning. Surely, one random earthly-bliss moment in the past must have caused me to select these words for Valentine thoughts of today. Ahhh, sweet Valentine’s week! I hope it get’s you…right there in the heart!
“It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, or how you love. It matters only that you love.” -John Lennon
January takes a bad rap! In truth, she brings exciting new adventures and beginnings each time she comes around the calendar. I was reminded of that today as I was the lucky one to join this group of beautiful woman for breakfast at the Inadvertent Cafe in our great little town of Clinton, Minnesota.
Each one of us shared a bit of who we are and what is presently on our radar for hopes and dreams…..how we find contentment in a Minnesota winter….what we are creating….. and plans ahead for each of us.
Trust among old and new friends is something you can feel. And it’s such a good feeling. We quizzed and questioned, shared ideas and resources, encouraged and made plans with one another. Really, we had come together to talk about known common interest and we did get to that after our good food and splendid introductions. Wool/natural fiber soapmaking, yarns, the beauty in creating, wearing and using natural products. I loved hearing about the animals and how they are cared for in a special way so they can ultimately share their renewable goods. It’s an exciting conversation.
An opportunity to show support for hard-working, talented, people who are producing products to seriously desire. Right here in Big Stone County of rural Minnesota in January, no less!
Kathy Krier is the owner of ‘Calvins Goat Milk Products'(FaceBook page). As luck would have it, she is planning an open house on her farm operation this next Saturday,January 17th. It’s going to be a great chance to see her farm operation and give her beautiful goat’s milk soap and lotion a try!
Winter arrived swiftly this week. I actually heard it coming across the South Dakota plains one late afternoon and felt the change of seasons as the windy system pushed it’s way across Big Stone Lake and blew fiercely upon us RedBarners. Snow came in the middle of the night so first peek of the snowy blanket was through the upstairs window. Pretty. Day # 1 of being ‘snowed in’ is always exciting. A mini vacation. No, sorry, I can’t do that, go there, be on that committee…..I’m snowed in! Whahoo!
The second wintery day arrives with thoughts of reality tagging along. Chilly air still chilly, wind has settled down, snow is deep, vacation is over and ITSREALLYWHITEANDCOLDout there.
Why is there 8 inches of snow on the ground and 18 inches packed on my car windshield? Scraper. We had 4 of them last year….where’d I put them? You say the water in the chicken coop is probably frozen? Brown boots down on the shelf in the basement. Who put my tall, brown boots away last year with dried mud stuck to them? The road is in terrible shape and I should only drive 35 ? More straw in the doghouse. Shovel. The red one? It’s in the lawn shed by the garden tools. Ahhhh, the second day of winter we move into the ‘adjustment to winter’ stage and act so silly….like we’ve never done it before.
We do adjust and we do find JOY in our Minnesota winters! I’ve heard much talk about JOY lately. Funny how a word will pop up here and there and it becomes your word of the day, week or year. Many of my creative friends have joined the ‘Wear Your Joy’ project. I think we all have at least a few clothing items or accessories that help us wear our joy. Kids are always so proud when they get a new coat or boots. This project calls for one to be intentional. Feel like a child does. It’s ok to allow the joy of something new, something you really like, to seep into your heart and bless your life. Cool. Today’s the day…here goes!
Naturally, I had to break out my favorite dark gray pea coat from last season. I love it and have almost been waiting for a cold-weather day to wear it. Quilted inside, feels good and is just right.(Thanks LLBean) Here come my intentional winter JOY items; a new plaid scarf, handmade grey hat and RED leather gloves. I’ve officially joined the “Wear Your Joy” movement. Minnesota style!
JOY is something that needs to be invited in, welcomed, encouraged and allowed to bless our daily life. Even on the winteriest of days.
Where is Thumpkin? I’m a dork. Joyous, but still a dork. Laughter feels good on a cold November day.
These days and moments of intoxicating Autumn peak leaf color are filling my nature-loving soul….right plump up to the top and overflowing! Days are busy with apple picking at the Hillside Orchard, hosting sweet grandchildren for a few days during school break; all the while drinking in each ounce of autumn splendor. Pleasures of past October days seep from stored up memory. Times of my own growing up years on the farm, leaf piles and bonfire evenings with my own dear children and grandchildren(and dogs) cuddled on my lap. Thinking of the years I managed to talk my man into taking an autumn drive to the Minnesota North Shore and leaf peep along Lake Superior. Or headed SE and poked along the Mississippi River road. Last fall my daughter joined me on a road-trip to Door County, Wisconsin and a few autumns back I traveled the coast of Maine with my dear friend Teresa. Sweet memories!
This girl at the RedBarn could live out the rest of her days peering at only the russet reds, glorious golds and greens of autumn foliage. Indeed, these are my soulful, most inspiring days of the year! Have you noticed Autumn playing her tune on your heart?
It’s that time of year when the RedBarn gets spiffed up to welcome the Meander Artists and visitors from near and far! A very happy first weekend of October ,full with beautiful offerings of hand-made art and happy-to-be-out-in-the-countryside visitors. Going on year number eleven for hosting Meander in the RedBarn. It’s a pleasure! Rain or shine, snow forecast or heat wave the visitors to our Big Stone Lake Area find us and stream in with a smile. We are ready at the RedBarn for the joyful days of Meander to begin once again!
Love, love, love apple picking season at our old orchard tucked in along the shores of Big Stone Lake. I’m saying, “It is ooooold in the life of an apple tree.”
My dad started planting apple trees as his retirement project in the late 1970’s. Some guys simply don’t like that word…retirement. Or possibly, they do like it so much that they become inspired to act on the thing they have always wanted to do but could only find the will to dream. Dad fell into that thought somewhere and proceeded to plant, tend, graft, experiment with, pick and love up on over 1000 apple trees during his 25 years of ‘retirement’. Many of the trees have gone to wherever old apple trees go to retire. Nearly 400 of the hardy,beautiful, loaded-with-apple trees are still doin’ their thing in the peace-on-earth prairie acreage known locally as Hillside Orchard. It’s a joy to pick, press cider, sell and use the apples.
If we do by chance utter the word retirement near the brave trees still bearing in the orchard…..we hold it down to a whisper.
What one thing makes you happy.….today? It’s hard to pick just one single ‘thing’ on a perfect-RedBarn-August day. And surely, with the human woe that slips into life, there will be days when we can’t find anything happy. Who made the rule not to start a sentence with and ? Let’s break it! It’s a big job……that stayin’ happy.
Living life from the vantage point of a three-year old seems mighty happy to me. Is that what we big folks call staying in the present….living one glorious summer moment at a time? That’s my pick for today.
“You are SO lucky to live in a community where the arts are important to people.” That’s what I hear often from friends in other locations. Technically, I’m in my own little world out here at the RedBarn (until October when hundreds of happy people eagerly stream up my short driveway to pull the big RedBarn door open and shop for one of a kind local art creations). I know what they mean and I sincerely agree. Early this week I attended a Big Stone Arts Council meeting where big things are happening. I’ll have to tell you about that sometime soon. Last week I heard from a talented, new-on-the-scene jewelry artist in our area. Ooooo, I can’t wait to see what she is making! This week also held the opening of a new art exhibition at Java Jules Coffee House and Bistro in Ortonville, MN. For sure, I am very lucky to know so many rock star creatives, share in their happy creative world and the life that it brings to the whole; little towns, big(wait, we don’t have any big towns), country folks, us crazy-about-the-lake-in-summer peeps and all of our many visitors to the area. An evening spent among artists who are sharing their work , and supporters who appreciate them , is simply one of the happiest summer evenings out of the house. Thank you, creative friends!
She needs a little culcher fix, that farm girl livin’ at the RedBarn, yes she does. Rainy, gray night and too muddy t’ weed the punkin’ patch. She’s sneakin’ off, mind you. Rumor has it them ther’ friends a hers who like t’ daydream, hike the coo and get all expository(gulp), ‘stead a gitten’ the chores done on time, are meetin’ in the back room at the Matador Supper Club. Best to shut the door behind ’em. They’ll be purty loud when they get to readin’ the long -runnin’- on sentences they bin’ scriblin’ down on the pages of ther’ wide-lined tablets and clappin’ ther’ hands and smilin’ big to each other.
Did I hear you say, “Whoa, I wonder if they let her in the door at the writer’s meeting tonight?” I promised to behave myself and they did let me in. What a beautiful, generous, talented group of writers joined together this evening! It’s a powerful thing; that writing and sharing and listening among good people ’round the table. Some read from their memoirs, some from journals, works of fiction, poetry or short essay. Others simply content to listen. It felt so good and right and exhilarating to hear and listen. Listen to what the writer had to say about the people, places and moments of time binding together to form a story. . . .their story in their voice. Compelling thoughts fill my head still hours later; a stabbing in the family, moving alone across the country and starting over, Carol’s story of abandoned babies in the 1800’s, Sally and her tender visit with the elderly gardener, Marianne revealing the powerful voice of author Bill Holm within her own poem, Mo’s moving words of Maya Angelo, indeed a writer among writers.
Friend Mo is project director for up coming Big Stone Writer’s Workshop. It will take place in September at Lakewood Supper Club, along the shores of Big Stone Lake, Ortonville, Minnesota. Last years workshop earned rave reviews! Accomplished writers/writing instructors Judy Wilson and Marianne Zarzana from Southwest Minnesota State University will be leading the two-day workshop(fab meals included). Beginning writers, published authors, poets, lovers of the written word, blogging nuts like me . . . .find it the perfect place to network, learn and grow at our own level in the craft. Ready, set, go! Registration informally opened up today.
Living in the countryside of the Minnesota River Valley grants us the quiet, alone time and privacy that is called, uh,….living in the countryside. No fancy words to wrap around it. Country neighbors respect each other’s privacy but they also have a keen sense of when it’s time to stop in. So what’s going on? It’s big! We have a new puppy at the RedBarn!!! That, my dear friends, is a plenty good reason to stop in and visit a country neighbor. Crops are planted and growing, good rains, plenty of sunshine. . . .and a new puppy in the neighborhood.
Celebrating simple joy in the ‘countryside of life’ with Eddie. He’s a heart stealer!