Just wanted to start off the new post with a photo I captured. I am mesmerized with this amazing image from a few years back, taken in our Beloved Bandon-by-the-Sea.
Happy New Year 2017
Today seems like a good day for reflection… We are nearing the completion this spring of 7 complete years of happy little Jefferson Backroads Publishing… April will officially start our exciting 8th year, promising to be full of fun new ideas and local Old School American treats…
“Who knows where the time goes?” Yes, this is such a heart-wrenching and hauntingly beautiful song title from my childhood, thanks to the beautiful rendition by Judy Collins. I honestly and sincerely cannot listen to it to this day without crying… it is just so thought provoking, deeply beautiful and extraordinary.
Attaching a few photos from this day’s NICE long early winter snow storm seems fitting… It was snowing at first light and the snow continues still… 
My 16 year old barn cat is snug, fluffy and warm in her beloved outdoor wild world and my little delicate doggy is happy to be up against a toasty indoor stove. Both these sweet little girls have a few years under their belts… how DOES the time fly by so fast?
I have piles of fabric and materials scattered all around my home as we speak, sparkling for my imagination and enticing my creative dreams to emerge from the iron, sewing machine and scissors… Why not find a piece of fabric with some similar cool colorful designs and create some “memory squares” for your kids or grand kids to play memory games with? 
This Autumn I became a lot more interested in feeding and watering our wild song birds and other local birds… now it is a new passion of mine. I have two superb windows in my creative workshop and both are loaded with views of hundreds of tiny birds, seed filled bird feeders and trees and bushes for them to flock to and rest in. I am on a new treasure hunt of natural material bird feeders and even have a couple ideas in my crazy brain for bird feeders I am going to build.
Trial and error has proven to me also that my heart-warming collection of wind-chimes don’t bother the birds unless there happens to be a hurricane blowing through our mountains… and so I have intertwined stunning wind-chimes with the bird feeders. What more could I ever ask for?
I love each of our four magically distinct seasons. There is always something for me to happily do or learn or create.