I know.  The title is so eloquent.  That’s how I roll.  (You guys know that I am kidding. I write these posts…like a conversation.  I don’t want you to become bored.  I don’t do bored very well myself.)  Okaaaaay….back from the rabbit trail.  Soooo….yesterday…I picked up some new metal letters.  I thought that they would be for one certain spot.  They wound up in another.  I am very okay with that.

For those of you that loved the burlap/french grain sack stripe bunting…don’t be alarmed.  I still have it.  Actually, I still have a roll of that burlap.  I can make another.  Right now though…I love the very simple, plain, yet a bit wonky, letter bunting of sorts.  My family liked it too.  That is the huge plus with me.  I will give you a mental picture…. The family sitting around in the…family room, visiting, doing homework and such.  The Mr. is in his Papa Bear’s Chair, I am up piddling around with these letters and twine on the mantle,  and the kids and us are talking.  It just kinda happened.  I kept moving the letters, inserting burlap, taking burlap away, and listening to their comments.  My husband liked it plain.  I did too.  He gets me.

Would you like to know the main thing that bothered me?  There are only four letters in the word farm.  I know.  It comes from years of hearing the odd numbers of decor, shouted from the mountain tops.  You know what?  Now days…I don’t care.  Much.  ha!  I am even known, now, to just put….two….of something together.  I know.  Horror.  I’m keeding…I’m keeding.  You know what?  I am older and I pray for wisdom.  I don’t buy into the rules of decor as much.  If you love it…do it!  I will proudly display my four letters.  FARMHOUSE might have been a bit of overkill and the simplicity of FARM is really what we have.  A few goats, a few chickens, a few cows and calves, and a few acres.  It is a farm.  Pure and simple.

I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend…full of blessing counting.  We really don’t have to look very far for those, do we?

Love from the FARM,