Authentic or Faux — My Forsythia Struts Its Stuff
Authentic or Faux — My Forsythia Struts Its Stuff

Igot so excited when I rounded the house this weekend to find my forsythia bush blooming! I immediately cut several stems to take the place of the faux flowers I wrote about only days before on my post “Five Tips for Displaying Faux Flowers.”

Country Cuteness from Mom’s Garage

This cheery card is a perfect way to brighten someone's day. . . complete with a little shaker surprise!

Country Cuteness from Mom’s Garage
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.

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

-Margaret Atwood


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    A Photographic Kind of Mother’s Day

    I hope all you mamas out there had a wonderful Mother’s Day! I celebrated all weekend and across two states, spending time with my own Mom and family in Oklahoma and celebrating the day with my son and husband back in Missouri. It was a lot of driving, but I truly had a couple of great days. The Mother/Daughter Banquet at Verdigris FBC was a lot of fun. The decorations were adorable, the food was good and the giveaways were awesome! I came home with the new “Magnolia Table” cookbook. Sunday started out with a Weight Watchers conscious breakfast casserole, prepared the night before by my husband. I’ll share that…

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    My Son’s Sorrow was Mother’s Day Gift

    Well I might be the last to wish all of you a Happy Mother’s Day, so here’s to all you ladies everywhere who sing lullabies, wipe tears, wipe bottoms, deal with teenage heartbreak, pay for college or marry off children this year. May you all be strengthened, empowered, joyful and blessed in the coming days. . . and, of course, I hope your family treated you right today. As for me, my little one woke up from a nap yesterday afternoon with a temperature and sick to his stomach. The poor guy felt terrible and I felt equally saddened at his predicament. But I have to tell you amid his sorrow and…

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