I'm Ready for Winter's End

Minnesota is extremely cold this winter - the weather is to be expected. The social climate is toxically fridgid. My comfort zone is staying home. And I thrive best by creating.

How will this turn out?

The plan to turn the SheShed into the Bread Shed!  Taking various ideas from Pinterest and Tiktok.  Hopefully I can get this all hung with the final picture on Saturday!

 

My Dad's Grapes

Dad's grapes

10 cups!

Thinking of my mom while I did this.  She loved making jelly.  

I need to use my mom's canner next year.

 

 Happiness is all these little grands!  Two not so little anymore ; )

Sign of all Time

Sign of All Time

Moving to Richfield in 1995 was an exciting time for me. I had always thought of Richfield as a great place to raise a family. Back then, the city was just beginning to show signs of Minneapolis blight creeping in, but for the most part, it still felt like a nostalgic slice of what America used to be. There was a locally owned hardware store and countless mom-and-pop shops.

I remember one sign on Lyndale near 77th that I always noticed—a real “sign of times past.” Every time I passed it, I’d check to make sure it was still there, knowing it was only a matter of time before it disappeared. For 24 years, I kept telling myself, Lisa, you’ve got to get a picture of that!

Recently, while walking to the car dealer from work, my route took me down Lyndale. As I approached the sign, I said to myself, Today’s the day!

Heading south on Lyndale

Heading north on Lyndale