For those of you who love peonies

                      It's hard not to be in love with peonies. They speak to that part of me that

wants flowers to resemble ruffles or fabric. They are historic and yet delicate,

feminine and yet have an almost ruffian shape, with petals that turn every

which way. In this way they seem adventurous, light-hearted, and literary.

I have a lot of work to do this week, mostly organizing projects at my mother's house. And once I have finished, in this room I would like to luxuriate and read my new book. Sorting through old family documents, photos, letters, and so forth is one of my many projects. I am thrilled to have this responsibility because my family has kept items that go back before the civil war. This also finally gives me the chance to indulge in the many wonderful acid free books that exist. I am hoping to have a mostly complete family tree by the end of this endeavor. I will be scanning all of these documents and will blogging about the interesting ones that I find!

For my Farm House

a pantry filled with homemade jams, pickles, and home grown potatoes

a copper bath tub to luxuriate in


and cozy blankets to snuggle up in by the fire

Sorry my weenie dog is staring at you

While waiting for my licenses and permits to arrive, I have been practicing making flower arrangements. Because I am without my wholesale agricultural permit for the moment, I am making do with normal flowers one finds at the grocery store. Lately I have an adoration for peach tones and I am taking it out on flowers.