Life on PatchWork Acres

Hi...we are in the process of getting my shop ready to open. God has blessed us tremendously .   When going thru some old wood patterns I came across some of my moms patterns and her hand written notes on them....Well my Mom was killed in a car accident 25 years ago this year....she and I worked together on projects and crafts 5 days a week....So it left a big hole in my life and creativity...and life and children came along....But this year I had felt a deep nudging to again dig out my scroll saw and pick up my brushes....then I came across these wood patterns with her notes...I felt sad and yet hugged,at the same time....if you know what I mean.....but that wasn't the end. I went to visit my dad whom had fallen and broke a hip....He wanted to know everything I have been up to...well I told him about starting my shop up again...He was excited....he asked if I had a band saw yet, I told him no but that was our next purchase that we just hadn't gotten there yet.....He said tha

I love to garden...Its something that makes me thrive...to run warm ,fresh dirt between my fingers, to see tiny green shoots shooting up in the bright dewy morning...the smell of fresh plowed earth....I love it all.   Well this spring when everything was coming up and blooming,I saw I had a new vine.It was growing up out of a barrel ,climbing my archway.It was lushes and green.I had planted different plants the year before so I thought this must have come back from one of those.It was strangly familiar but yet I couldn't quite put my finger on it.I plant lots of different flowers, so I wasn't to concerned, beside it was very healthy ,green and climbing vigorously...I put up support for the green shiny leaves,trained it so it would climb just right around a hanging lamp, so it would show its best self...and waited on the blooms...envisioning all the beautiful colors....I waited ,waited and w.a.i.t.e.d...It climbed and I watered..it spread and I watered...it moved to the tree ab