All right, y’all, I think it’s about time we take a slight step back away from all this Streams in the Wasteland promo here on CWC.
I know I could probably go on talking about it forever. It’s a pretty huge deal for me to be able to say I accomplished the task of writing a devotional eBook. And I desperately want to get this FREE resource in your hands, but, as they say, the show must go on.
Whew, these past few weeks here on Country Wife Chronicles have been a bit heavy, haven’t they?
First, there was grappling with my recent endometriosis diagnosis. Then, last week was Infertility Awareness Week, so I decided to put my brave face on and open up about Wildland Man and I’s struggle to have a baby.
This week, it is time for a change of pace.
I LOVE winter. It is my very favorite time of the year.
And though it may sound crazy to some of you, it is my very favorite time of the year to get outside. There is so much magic and beauty in the winter season, if you’ll just step outside of your warm house to explore it.
I’ve been spoiled this year, since moving to the south I’ve so missed my northern snow-filled winters. But this year, the south has felt COLD! And I think I’m in heaven. We’ve even seen snow a time or two! I may be one of the only southerners rejoicing in this fact, but still…
So, I have to admit, I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk as of lately. I just can’t seem to find the time or the motivation to get my writing days in. Or maybe I’m just a bit consumed with other thoughts at the moment. Either way, writing today was a bit of a struggle.
Wildland Man is gone for work this week and he just so happens to be driving through some beautiful country where he is seeing some amazing fall colors and relishing that crisp autumn air. Since moving to the south the thing I miss THE MOST is the seasonal changes we used to experience when we lived further north.
I grew up loving the outdoors, as a child I used to practically live in tree in our yard. It had a perfect little nook where I could climb and hide away. Whether I was watching the clouds pass me by or stuck with my nose in a book, that tree opened the doors to let my imagination run wild!
I’ve shared my love for the outdoors here, here and here.
I’m pretty sure my love for everything in nature was spawned by all the time I spent with my dad outside growing up. I remember riding along with him to fix fence, spending days on the lake fishing, and bearing the cold and snow to scout coyote or deer.
I’m a believer that we all need our own unique connection to nature in order to appreciate it. We all have our own story and our own memories that sparked our love for the outdoors, if we had the chance to interact with it on a deep, personal level.
So, you may recall from earlier posts here on CWC that gardening is not really my thing…I’m just not a gardener.
You can catch up on a little bit of my gardening experience here.
I have to give Wildland Man full credit for any gardening experience I do have and any crops we are able to harvest.
But, I tell you what; I’m learning to like it. Heck, I may even be falling for gardening. Only time will tell.
I liken it to how I became comfortable in the kitchen and began to like cooking and baking.
I guess, now that I think about it, both the kitchen and the garden have always been Wildland Man’s domain. Now I’m encroaching on both. Hope he doesn’t mind.
Waste not, want not. That should really be the title of this post. Because if you’ve been reading along the past couple weeks you know that this DIY Pallet Deck Table is project #3 that we got out of just a couple of pallets.
First, Wildland Man and I picked up some pallets to create herb boxes for our deck railing. You can read about that project in DIY Pallet Planters {Part 1}.
Then, we used some of the leftover pallet scrap to make a large square planter box to put flowers out by our mailbox. You can read about that project in DIY Pallet Planters {Part 2}.
Finally, we used what was left of the pallet wood to construct this little table for our deck.
As a child I used to tend to my mom’s flowers and the few vegetables she had time to plant in the spring.
Well, maybe saying that I tended to them is a bit much. More like watered. Once in awhile. Or forgot and dried up. And probably more like drowned when I finally did get around to watering them. I really wasn’t very good at my job.
Let me tell you a few of my favorite things about pallets…