St. Patty’s Day Wreath

Just a few supplies and a couple of hours will be plenty to create a cute quick wreath for the greenest of days.

Country Cuteness from Mom’s Garage

I took an old canning jar, a partial can of off-white spray paint, twine and twigs and quickly whipped up a cute little country-style home decor.

Bunny Trail Sidewalk Chalk

I love this adorable little bunny sidewalk chalk because it is easy to make, it fits into many plastic eggs and kids love them. Winner, winner, bunny dinner!

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“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”

-Margaret Atwood


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