A Week from Now...

A week from now, the hoopla will be over (for the most part).

I have always left my patriotic up until Labor Day anyway but, this year especially, I think the celebration should continue all year long.

(I won't keep my decor out that long because...well, you know, Halloween!)

I said I might try to post more photos of Americana decor and, since it's hotter than blazes outside, I'm wasting time inside and decided to share more.

There are a LOT of photos here so be forewarned. I'll keep the commentary minimal...with just a brief description under the photo if I think it helpful. If you have questions on anything, let me know. I'll be happy to try to respond if not in a direct email or in a reply comment, in a follow-up post.

Not all are the best as the windows and design of my home make photographing entire rooms/areas difficult.  

First off, Janice (Prims By The Water) mentioned she thought she saw a "Chessie and Me" cross stitch pattern. Yes, Janice you did.

It was done several years back and is called 1864 House Sampler.

Back to "other photos" - in no particular order.

{Vintage blue and red transferware nestled among excavated English meat pots and lids}

{"Centennial Eagles" - a design by Tina Woltman - also stitched years ago}

{Old chicken cage hung on my entry wall. I have a very large, funky, folk art Uncle Sam that I replace the Red Robin Farm barn with and sports and add a red, white and blue bunting or banner along the top, but I didn't make that far this year.}

The next two photos are close-ups from the cage:

{My vintage sparkler collection}

{Sculpted clay Uncle Sam on stretcher board with flag (by Folk For All Seasons), Vintage cross-stitched flag in the background and antique betty lamp on the side}

{Saltglaze Uncle Sam in a little niche of my kitchen counter...and, yes, I know the word "coffee" is upside down on the little canister. You know I love misfits.}

{More misfits: Excavated broken bisque dolls and figurines from Germany...well, I added the hat and flag...}

{Another of my folkart Santo-type angels...this one wearing a vintage (WWII era) "We Support Our Sailors" sash}

{Little wagon filled with vintage ammunition caps, poppers, tops, etc.}

{Vintage eagle snow catcher - used to catch snow from falling off roofs - on top of my mom's kraut cutter}

{Vintage Turtle Creek Pottery Plate}

{One of my only two patriotic hooked pieces...so as to not disappoint Saundra}

I'm leaving it at that.

I promise.

T-14 Days...

...and counting.

Or not.

Fourteen days until our country's sesquicentennial.

Like everything else these days, it seems to have snuck up quickly.

Or is it just me?

I have no plans for the 4th and I'm not necessarily sad about that.

Most years, I have tried to spend the holiday at the lake.

However, given that one whole level of the house is uninhabitable (and said level contains the laundry area as well as the main closet where all manner of necessary things (batteries, toolbox, spare paper towel, etc.) are kept and said closet no longer exists), it's not going to happen this year.

It would have been nice to sneak one last holiday in up there with the kids before the new "little" arrives, but it is what it is. Besides, I am certain that the entire area will be a complete and utter zoo.

Even on normal years, fireworks (and other ruckusing) start many days ahead of the actual holiday and continue many days after (with essentially no break).

It is also extremely over-peopley.

In addition to the many resorts and cabin rentals, there are several "residences" in the area that have been built soley as rentals and they are overflowing with tourists.  And those people who are actually residents there most usually have their own parties...and guests.

Consequently, the lake is full of pontoons, speed boats pulling giant tubes, jets skis, water skiers, and the shores are full of other people's music and squealing children.

At dusk, the fireworks will begin and the adult parties and music kick in.

That's on a normal year. On this auspicious Independence Day (that just happens to land on a Saturday, go figure?) I don't care to know what it will be like.

In other words, it's no place for the likes of me.

So, instead, I have decided to "over-decorate" for the occasion and, since no one else will be seeing it, I thought I would share a few snippets of it with you.

{A few of my vintage and antique parade horns on the cabinet in the front entry.}

{Fresh peonies nestled in an old crock in the drysink...guarded by a vintage eagle cookie cutter and drinking straws.}

{An out-of-print Blackbird Designs pattern "Home of the Brave" stitched last year and finally fully finished atop the mantel.}

{Stitched on 40-ct "Old Linen" by xJu Designs}

{Top of the pie safe.}

{Poor photo, but this is an old child's/youth's woolen naval jacket, with greens and flag tucked in a very large gourd container}

There's more...perhaps I'll manage another post within the next couple of weeks and share more.

Among all the dressings and hoopla, however, there is one particular treasure.

{Teresa Kogut's "250th Celebration" with modifications}

Beautifully stitched and beautifully finished onto a little wood shaker box.

An amazing gift from a dear friend.

At a time when my spirit - and heart - desperately needed a lift, it arrived with a fanfare all its own...sweet handmade paper birds, wonderfully packaged...and some of the best chocolates I've ever had.

I intended to photograph the wrappings, paper birds, chocolates, etc. but the latter disappeared too quickly and missed the photo shoot...and then, of course, I felt guilty.

My heart will hold the joy this brought for many, many, seasons to come.

Thank you

𓏲ּꪆ

Camelot It's Not....

Pretty, but....

...Camelot it's not.

And for someone who is a huge fan of Camelot, I am not entirely certain how I ended up in a place like the Cold, Cold, Land of Nod.

In the musical, King Arthur declares:

It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.

The climate must be perfect all the year.

And then he sings of the glories of Camelot:

A law was made a distant moon ago here:

July and August cannot be too hot.

And there's a legal limit to the snow here

In Camelot.

The winter is forbidden till December

And exits March the second on the dot.

By order, summer lingers through September

In Camelot.

Camelot! Camelot!

I know it sounds a bit bizarre,

But in Camelot, Camelot

That's how conditions are.

The rain may never fall till after sundown.

By eight the morning fog must disappear.

In short, there's simply not

A more congenial spot

For happily-ever-aftering than here 

In Camelot.

Camelot! Camelot!

I know it gives a person pause,

But in Camelot, Camelot

Those are the legal laws.

The snow may never slush upon the hillside.

By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.

In short, there's simply not

A more congenial spot

For happily-ever-aftering than here

In Camelot.

Yeah, Nod is pretty much the polar opposite of Camelot (pun intended):  No limits to the snow here (legal or otherwise), winter tries sneaking in as soon as October (and, some years, even September is not off limits) and, as for the rain not falling till after sundown?

HA!

It falls morning, noon and night...and whenever else it feels like it.

Yesterday morning started like this:

It went downhill from there.

Yesterday afternoon/last night were worse.

It continued into the wee hours of the morning before giving us a brief reprieve.

It just started again with more heavy rain forecast through the evening and night. As you can see, we are under another flood watch.

I have once again hooked up the pumps, but water has already made its way through the chimney and into the furnace room.

I shudder to think of what is happening at the lake.

Weather aside, Nod can be beautiful.

{Not beautiful, mayhap...and destructive little rodents they are...but, have to admit, they're cute.}

{The first "volunteer" patio petunia of the year}

{Middle-of-the-night skies}

...and there are treasures here.

All in all, I'm just one squirrel short of a fairytale.

Oh wait...I have one of those too.

Another Cold Night in Nod

Not quite a "month of Sundays," but it’s definitely been several moons since I've posted.

Sorry (or not, depending on point of view).

The "full pink moon" at the beginning of April lived up to her name.

(Technically, this was a few days prior to my last post but, close enough.}

As with most springs in Nod, Father Winter is not leaving without a battle, but the duel between Winter and Spring seems especially prolonged this year.  In some ways, the battle reminds me of that of a teenage daughter who is testing her limits with her father. 

Personally, however, I think Spring is the underdog in this squirmish.

The snow has mostly melted, replaced by rainy, soggy, days with only periodic fits and squalls of snow flurries.

And, of course, the snow on Rib Mountain remains. The annual "snowmelt" contest (guessing the date when the snow will finally melt on the mountain) is ongoing. Last year, the winning date was June 19th.

No, that date is not a typo and, no, Rib Mountain is not a proper mountain as most of the rest of you know mountains.

We had a few (i.e., maybe 2??) days mid-April during which the temperatures climbed to the 70's. But when that happens here, it means storms and tornadoes will follow because the warmth never lasts.

{Tornado storm clouds April 17, 2026}

So far in 2026, 26 tornadoes have touched down in Wisconsin, two of which have been in my "backyard" (i.e., within 15 miles or so from Nod).

The closest one touched down on April 17, 2026. It was an EF-3 tornado (with winds of 145 mph).  It stayed on the ground 17 minutes and covered a distance of 13.5 miles.

At least 75 homes were damaged or destroyed in the immediate area. (Later, official reports indicated 140 homes were damaged/destroyed in the township.)

Thankfully, no lives were lost.

While the duel is ongoing, we cheer Spring on.

This little Eastern Phoebe is an incredibly melodic cheerleader.

Despite the "greening," more nights than not come with a frost or freeze warning and that doesn't appear that it will change anytime particularly soon.

{Ice-covered leaves and branches on the crab apple tree}

Despite being known as a "Flower Moon," the most recent full moon (last week) was clothed in cold, moody-colored, clouds. 

Had I not known better, I could have sworn that it was the Wolf Moon.

 

{I was having some difficulty uploading this video, so fingers crossed it works. It is dark (because it WAS dark) so all you will likely see to click on is an arrow...and you will need to make sure your volume is turned up.}

It looks to be another cold night in Nod.