"French baking tins. Old, rusty, and begging to be washed, " the man said to me at the antique market (brocante). Though, I knew they were baking tins. What I wanted to know was what type of baked goods were…

I woke  up from my dream crying. I don't remember the dream, except I do remember hearing someone crying and was surprised to hear it was me. My pillow case was soaked, and tears were fresh upon my face. The…

  Tulips on a grey rainy day. Note: Thank you for you applauding my friend Annie. I am happy you find her as wonderful as I do. I will start to share her stories once a week on my blog.

French antique photographs on glass (1880 or there of more or less.)The glass photographs are 4 x 8. I found them at a Brocante (antique market) in the south of France. Shelley and Lilly, both commented yesterday on how I…

At the brocante market I found a box of antique glass photographs. Lifting one up at at a time towards the light I saw the images of a family, sitting outside, in front of a house.Though I noticed if I…

                          Each year when the season of Lent approaches I recall the time I spent living in a monastery. This year is no exception. Today is the first day of Lent, and with that the onset of hopeful promises…