food, crochet, merriment
There’s a magic feeling about…
pretty colored string.
a pile of it…
a spool of it…
or a carton of it.
Doesn’t really matter because it’s always the same with ambitious stuff like string.
It wants to do more than sit on the shelf or on the spool or in the box.
It wants to BE something…
or a lot of somethings.
Either way—I like to believe it’s the wish of all miller’s straw…
to be spun into gold.
…at the Springville Art Museum.
For a limited time…only.
No rides. No farm animals. No cotton candy—or food of any kind on the premises, thank you. But somehow still a fair none-the-less.
By now…you should know how we feel about fairs…any sort.
We lovvve them.
I couldn’t stop looking at this one. It’s my favorite in the whole building. It was sewn with gold thread and sparkled like there was dew on all the leaves. So beautiful.
This one, “A Very Hungry Caterpillar” was the babies’ personal favorite. They tried to eat it.
I’m not kidding.
So we had no choice but to go down the street and find…
Fresh. Peach. Shakes.
Also for a limited time only.
It couldn’t be helped.
After all…it was a fair.
People often say that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.
– Salma Hayek
Smith Family Farm
Stream on Smith Farm
Sacred Grove
Sacred Grove
Sacred Grove
Joseph’s Loft Bedroom
Palmyra LDS Temple
Original hearthstones where the plates were hidden
Original floorboards in Smith Family Farmhouse
Family Room
Smith Family Farm
Please insert one verse of Willie Nelson singing, “On the Road Again.” What are those roller coastery things in front of us any way? We don’t drive on stuff like that where I come from.
Don’t worry. New York roads aren’t this steep. I was just trying to be artsy, but instead I think it’s making me carsick….
Ooooh—looky. Another toll booth. What a shockeroo. I told you…they are everywhere.
About midway, we pulled over for a roadside picnic.
My personal favorite item? Mini bananas! Who knew such a thing existed? Maybe they are from some teeny tiny tropical island, with really small people on it. ha ha
I crack myself up.
These cute babies just keep popping up.
Just a tad more driving and finally, finally we reach our destination—
Niagara Falls! Do you feel like you are stuck in the middle of some crazy people’s home movies? Well, that my friend, if because you ARE!
Be brave, little piglet. This place was cool—even from the American side.
The babies didn’t have passports to cross over to the Canadian side…
where most of the post cards come from.
It was simply beautiful…and big and loud and steep…
and no–we are not going down there to get reeally close.
In fact, this romantic place felt much safer for some of us, behind a sturdy glass wall.
It did, however, inspire a few folks to do some outrageous things.
Honestly, the nerve of some people.
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