A touch of snow....cinemascope view

Snow at last!  It started snowing before dark last night and did not stop till way up in the day.  At least, not that I know of.

I took a short walk down by the railroad this evening.  I just could not get any pictures I liked, at least not until I tried the cinemascope button in Picasa.  Then I liked them.

I was even lucky enough to have a train pass!

Now showing...

I finally sat down and finished this this evening...I don't know why didn't finish it the other day.  Is it bright enough for you?  Lorelei picked out the flowered fabric and her aunt and I picked out the other two to go with it.

This is the back...not too bad looking.

This shows the pockets.  When I was a kid, I loved pockets.  In fact I still do...

I have not washed this...and I don't know about the fit but I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Anyway, just wanted to show that I did in fact finish it.

From Indiana--2011

I am pretty sure I have never posted this.  It was taken in 2011...I think from somewhere near Shipshewana.  How I would have loved that porch when I was kid.  Shoot, I would love it now.

Mom had a friend that lived in a house with a wrap around porch.  At least she lived there for a while.  We only went to her house once or twice a year.  And I dearly loved to go because that porch went all the way around the house.  I barely remember being in the house itself.  It was a two-story house. I was for sure never upstairs...and I don't even remember which room they had their visit in.  There was a farm pond not far from it.  I never fished in it, but mom's friend did.

It is funny, I knew I had to behave at her house.  Mom's friend had only had one daughter...I never met that daughter.  She lived in another state I think.  Anyway, I don't know if it was because Mrs. H was older, or it was cause Mr. H. was sickly, I just knew to be quiet and behave.

But if we went to the Jones, I could climb trees, and explore around the place and come in and out and nothing was thought about it.  And if there were kittens, someone would be sure to take me to them, or tell me where they were.  (My mom hated cats...)  Actually, it was one of the Jones that talked mom into letting me have my first cat.

Anyway, any time I see any sort of a wrap-around porch, I think of Mrs. H....