she colors our world with love

She brought her rainbow paintbox

when she came.

She colors our world

with her little paintbrush...

Sunshine yellow hair flying,

pink boots clomping, rainbow colored"pretties" on her wrist, her "strawberry jam around the edges" smiling little face.

we all tag along as she rides her orange, yellow & purple trike through fairy worlds of wonder and awe, not afraid to try anything, she hops and skips into everyday, dolly under her arm, mostly happy, sometimes stormy, always lots of hugs & kisses and "love you" all around,

She brought all the colors of the rainbow and painted our hearts with love

Happy 2nd Birthday

Emma Anne

early morning mint fields & so very dear

Deerfield in the early morning light.

The sun barely peeking over the edge our hills and making rainbows through the arcs of the sprinklers.

We raise acres and acres of peppermint for tea.

Plenty of good water, cool nights,the warm sun of the high desert and growing on the 45th parallel make this the most sought after mint leaf for our German tea buyers.

They tell us that the taste is the best in the world.

Such an honor for us for we are but a small farm compared to all those in the world who grow mint for tea.

Just this morning, the sun barely peeking over the hills, my husband called me to the new mint fields where he had found this new baby sleeping in the mint, his momma and twin not far away.

Wearing my boots & my nightgown-6" deep in mud, I quietly knelt down and the wee spotted baby let me take his likeness.

He is about as big as a cat, so tiny and more than likely just a day old.

Each spring the deer come down from the hills into our fields and my gardens and make themselves quite at home.

Surely most of them were born here and they have their babies here.

There are so many deer here on Deerfield that you can imagine why we call it Deerfield.

The dearest place on earth.

humble

she bows in her head in gratitude and gives thanks. grateful to be loved just as she was and humbled to be loved beyond measure.

in profusion gaye

Flowr's in profusion gaye

delight us

in

the monthe of Maye!

early may morning

All nature smiles,

the fields look gay,

The meadowlark carols

on the spray,

a thousand songsters join the throng

and echo answers to the song.

my Momma

my Momma

was born singing.

She sang with the voice of an angel,

she sang solos in her church choir, she sang at weddings,

she sang before an orchestra when she was 16.

She sang her way through life and was given a college scholarship in music and voice.

She gave it all up for the love of

a 6'4" farm boy of good German stock.

Tall, dark and handsome, a boy of few words,

he sang to her heart...

and she listened.

She sang in the wheat fields, she sang at the stove,

she sang to five babies,

she sang at the clothes lines filled with billowing flannel diapers and Levi jeans.

She sang us all to sleep when we were feverish and fretful.

She sang while we worked, she sang while we played.

She gave us her gift of music...and so much love.

She sings to us everyday

simple things small joys

Here's the wonderful little catalogue that Cathy of Cathy Penton Designs has available right this very moment. I always enjoy Cathy's beautiful little books, they are works of art & inspiration in themselves

I think it's just beautiful and I know that you'll enjoy it,too.

all about family & friendships

and celebrating the love of old paper...