Yard sales are one of my greatest joys in life.  It’s true.  To kick off the season around these parts, there is a huge event at the fairgrounds:  Garage-o-rama.  Two bucks for admission (or six if you want a buffalo burger lunch) gets you into three buildings packed to the walls with treasures of all shapes and sizes.

Here is my booty from this year:

A set of six Holly Hobbie juice glasses (nostalgia got the better of me on this one):  60 cents.

Some good old vintage pattern booklets and magazines:  90 cents.

And of course I would never leave a place like that without an armful of fabric.  Surely you know me better than that by now.  Priced at $14 but a fat, fat belly usually brings out the generosity in folks.  Vintage fabric score, including three 4 yard pieces:  six bucks.

The onset of yard sailing season?

Priceless.

Spring, that is.  Bare feets, warm sunshine, swaying hammocks, and green grass.

Not here, of course, but it’s coming.  Soon.

a quiet snow greets the morning

the last weeks of winter clinging for dear life to familiar nooks and crannies

the peace and stillness of mother nature’s hand

eerily setting the tone for the tragedy of the morning.

As many of you may have heard, our beloved downtown Bozeman was victim to a gas explosion last week, the largest in 24 years here in Montana.  Two buildings were leveled in the initial blast, several businesses and homes were destroyed in the ensuing fire, and a beautiful, sweet life was lost.

One sweet, beautiful life.  In all of that destruction.  Blessings of peace and sympathy to her loving family.  Know that your angel is present in our hearts and prayers.

May you be well, may you be happy.