And so I begin….again.
I guess it takes awhile to find out what you really want to do when you grow up. I started out in life as an engineer, and I suppose one has to start somewhere. But I always loved beauty in every day objects even when I worked in some pretty unlovely places (a paper mill for one). Some people still can’t believe that I came home most days covered in grease and other permanently staining substances. Just between you and me, I never got the smell out of my car. I secretly longed to be in a beautiful place, sipping tea, not wearing steel-toed shoes, a hard hat, and oh yeah, carrying an escape respirator in case one of the many very deadly toxic liquids/gases leaked out.
During the week, I talked about viscosity’s, percent solids, brightness and opacity, while on the weekends I made slipcovers, painted, cooked, took photographs and spent time around beautiful things. On Monday mornings when the guys were standing around talking about how they rebuilt their carburetter, or about how they repaired their washing machine themselves, my eyes would glaze over, as I thought of another detail I might add to my painting or sewing project. I was pretty sure that I was the only one there who spent the weekend driving around to find just the right fabric. (I was told that to fit in I needed to “spit on the floor and cuss,” and that is a direct quote.) Ahhhh… good times.
So why didn’t I go into a more artsy career? My dad warned me that do be an artist meant poverty. Yes, I got “THE Speech”. (Doesn’t everyone get the “Do you want to be poor for the rest of your life,” speech?) Oh, well, I did my time, had my fair share of fun, met some great people and then moved on to my next adventure – motherhood. And while being a mom was my full-time job, I now had more time to focus on my creative interests.
As you can tell from the photos, although we live in the city, we do have a farm, we call Cedar Hill Farm. Many people ask me if we have animals there and the answer is no, because we just aren’t there enough to feed them and care for them. I would love to have some if we ever live out there full-time. We also do not have a garden, but I do hope to plant one soon.
|Private road and bridge that leads to our ranch|
Our place is on a private road, so you really can’t see the house from the county road. The private road has a very small, very quaint bridge. It adds lots of charm but not much else. During construction we had to move some large equipment and trucks across the neighbor’s pasture since they couldn’t come across this bridge. Thank God for great neighbors.
|South Pasture with Bluebonnets|
The bluebonnets are not blooming yet this year, but they have poked their heads up through the hay and they will be blooming soon.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8