I have a hyphenated last name, yet wear no-line bifocals.
I grew up down the street from where I currently live.
Before this residence, my address ended in a Chicago zip code.
I currently live with my family in my grandparents’ farmhouse in Central Illinois.
Which is where my dad grew up.
And it’s where his mother grew up.
This farm used to be a dairy farm.
Then it was a menagerie farm.
With horses, cows, rabbits, guinea hens, and peacocks.
My two daughters are the 6th generation of my family (on my dad’s side) to live on this farm.
A farm that we named in honor of a character created by Lewis Carroll…The Cheshire Cat.
Look up at the moon when it’s but a sliver in the sky and you’ll see The Cheshire Cat has disappeared and all that he’s left of himself is his cunning grin.
Cheshire Farm really came back into fruition because my oldest daughter had cancer.
And she asked for a pony.
Which she, of course, got.
And so we now live on Cheshire Farm with a pony and a goat, some poultry who give us eggs to eat, cats can be seen in every corner, and a spotted hound dog guards us all.
And we are thankful every day that we are all still together.
That our daughter beat cancer.
And I can write about my past…when I used to be a dancer and a veterinary technician and a city dweller.
I can see it merging into my present…where I am a wife and a mother in the country.
My creative side has transferred into another realm.
A realm where I write, bake, and take photographs.
And where I dance in the kitchen every single day…
I’ve been blogging since 2010. Wander over here to read my old blog.
Since I’m such an avid amateur photographer…all photographs on this site are owned by me and permission must be granted by me for their use elsewhere. Thanks much.