The Blueberry

When Clint and I planned our “Babymoon”, we realized that our budget and travel ambitions did not match. Since we aren’t the Federal gov...

We inherited a dear neighbor’s blueberry bush when she moved this spring, and with it came dreams of abundant berries.   On...

What do a media room and library lounge typically lack?   A wet bar, of course.   To remedy this often oversight, w...

Walking into our bathroom was accompanied with an Alfred Hitchcock soundtrack when I first moved in to the Blueberry.   No amount of disin...

They must have had our house in mind when writing their climbing lyrics. Our original 1914 home had a second floor (rafters...

After our drawn-out floor staining process, we were exhausted. Christmas Eve morning, we stumbled into Starbucks for piping hot cocoa and w...

“Little Saint Nick” lyrics are eternally tied to my memory of staining our fir floors. The week before Christmas, we patched, mended, and sa...