My grandmother dreamed of owning and running her own bakery. She hoped to share a book corner in it as well. My mother made plans to open and operate a bed and breakfast, but she ran out of energy and resources before seeing her goal. I have inherited the love of cooking and baking for others. I also enjoy gardening and landscaping. God has gifted us with a gorgeous acreage beside a delightful creek. I have my grandmother's and my mother's ambition. Why not incorporate an area in our landscaping to serve tea and desserts to the public? What about a seasonal tea room in the garden? How about The Irresistible Blueberry Patch and Tearoom? 

Valentine's Day

     This past Valentine's Day was one that I hope I never have to repeat. I put my little dog Gypsy to sleep. She was with us 15 years. She went almost everywhere with us. We went ATV riding together, camping, visiting family and friends. She even went with us to visit my mother in eastern Montana. She was the type of dog that you could keep forever if she'd only lived that long. When she started losing her hearing, everything else followed: her bladder control, her mobility, her eyesight and finally her weight. Our last morning together, as she lie in her bed breathing hard, I had to ask myself - do I love her enough not to allow her to suffer? True love puts others before one's self. It is a hard question. Most definitely a different twist to Valentine's Day.

When the chickens come to roost...

   Our daughter came to live with us for a short while two years ago. She brought all her animals with her, which included a flock of chickens. She moved into her own home a year later but only took her dogs with her. That means that Rudy and I are keeper of the chicken flock now. And you know what? We enjoy it! Chickens have an incredible variety of personalities. They love treats just like the other pets. They leave little eggs in the nesting boxes each morning. They are always happy to see you, especially if you are holding anything in your hands. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" One little black hen jumps for joy. My only objection is the annoying tendency to hang out on our front porch so they don't miss anything. Anyone got any ideas?