The Whistling Woodsman and His Family

Early fall of 2018 Mrs. Katie and Little Miss Homemaker were very blessed with a sweet visit in the home of Dustin and Janet Morgan and children, a family who is certainly keeping pioneer heritage alive. They live an intentional life in the beautiful Ozark foothills while earning a living fashioning items useful for the simple life. In fact, we placed an order for an item to be used on our RV.

Visiting and enjoying a hearty meal in their home was truly like receiving a warm hug from home.

You, too, may visit their homestead and learn more about their philosophy regarding living simply.

Walking in June and July 2018

Packing up and Heading Out

The summer of 2018 will be remembered as packing up and heading out, or at least preparing to head out.

So much preparation went into preparing the house for the auction that Mr. Patient and I  just plumb tuckered ourselves out. And the littles, too, worked diligently right alongside us completing every assigned task. There were many times when I noted that they would be ready for a well-deserved break just as us adults will be! I am not sure kids these days are expected to work as diligently as ours are, but they should be. We definitely do not buy into that kid-entitlement thing.

Our house received new paint, inside and out, new back deck, necessary repairs, cleaning up and out. We have packed, stored, trashed, shared, scrubbed, tossed, scraped, painted, removed, added and alllll the verbs that go along with preparing a home to sale. Our home wasn’t even in a terribly bad condition. I can’t imagine the added efforts and expense if it had been. Geez.

At one point in the painting process, it was clear that the littles and I could not co-exist with the ladders, drop cloths, and buckets of paint which where necessary for the men to complete the interior painting. We took that week to visit northeast Georgia and meet some Instagram friends. Our family loves Appalachia but we had never had the pleasure of traveling through that part of the region. An overnight stop at our son’s and daughter-in-law’s home was a sweet beginning to our trip. What joy for the opportunity to see how they are turning their walls into a beautiful first nest! Morgan manages the community garden, to boot. Way to go, son!

 

 

What fun times we had meeting new friends in Georgia who also blessed us with a Continue reading “Walking in June and July 2018”

Walking in February 2018

Hey ya’ll!

Thanks for being here and walking life with us! We love the community that is building here and on Instagram and YouTube. We even show up on Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest sometimes. Please share us with your friends on your social media sites. We sure would be appreciative.

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To make walking life with us a bit easier, we will summarize at each month’s end what has been added on this home-on-the-web that month. This should make navigating our additions much simpler and faster for ya.

So, in February of this 2018 we added a page in our RECIPES section entitled Using Leftovers and Cleaning out the Larder and Freezer (by popular demand), as well as, some more SANDWICH recipes. One of our blog posts even chats about USING LEFTOVERS when I made a sweet treat with items in our pantry.

Our sweet littles were thrilled to make their first sale of their hot pads. This gave us the opportunity to tweak shipping costs and design just the right package deal that would benefit both them AND you! Thank-you, again, Mrs. Barbara!!

Make the kids’ day, ya’ll, and place an order for hand-made with love, care and attention a package set of Cotton Woven Hot Pads.

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We are always excited to share with you those who are Continue reading “Walking in February 2018”

Red Flags

Red flags are usually meant to indicate danger, warnings of impending harm or damage to people or property. As I sit on the Emerald Coast of Florida this morning I can’t help but notice the stiffly flying red flag which warns folks about the rough Gulf waves. I also can’t help but enjoy the oddly peaceful sound of the crashing waves and the fresh salty breezes which actually aid my youngest son’s breathing.

A stiffly flying red flag doesn’t physically have to be present for someone to be wary of a bad business deal or a dark cave or even dating the wrong person. “Too many red flags,” they might be heard to say.

This post forces us to just jump right into a topic which might be a red flag topic to some–well, to many. TOO many.

I may be jumping into a somewhat dangerous body of water, but the risk is worth it.

It is time. Continue reading “Red Flags”

Put Up or Shut Up

It’s true. The time has come for Mr. Patient and me to put our money where our mouths are. For the love of Pete, put up or shut up.

Maybe I need to backtrack a bit for our new friends. Well, as you read in post: “Loss and Gain”  we had a revelation, if you will, in June of 2017. You might wish to read that post as a prelude to this one.

You see, when Mr. Patient lost his job of 18 years to an overseas buy-out in 2009 our family of five went through quite an interesting season of unemployment, under-employment and self-employment. Some time I’ll write about that but for now I’ll skip over the life lessons we learned during that season of life. I’ll just say that we had decided Continue reading “Put Up or Shut Up”

Blue Ridge and Diarrhea-of-the-mouth

Mrs. Edna from my childhood days would’ve said those ladies had diarrhea-of-the-mouth.

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This is the lunch counter where it happened, where I learned a lesson about myself. You see, friends, I am on a journey. And I’m not talking about going up to Virginia and loving the mountains, although that is such a glorious journey that I am ready to take any ole time! I’m talking about a healing journey. I’m learning a lot about myself and trying to listen to the Lord’s lessons.

After my son and I ordered coffee and I was rewarded with hearing how I should not allow him to drink coffee, the counter attendant and a customer inquired about our reasons for being in their town–the second oldest in Tennessee. I explained that my son JonBoy and I were on our way to meet the Waltons’ John Boy, Richard Thomas, in Schuyler, Virginia.

With our coffee the attendant served up, “Well, that’s the LEAST of my worries–meeting Richard Thomas!” Then the customer who was apparently a friend of the attendant-waitress began a discussion about Continue reading “Blue Ridge and Diarrhea-of-the-mouth”

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