Home Is Heart


What is home to me? Home is not a house or a building or apartment or structure made of wood. A home is a foundation of family, memories, heart, emotions, stories, webs we weave together, bonds we make, stories we pass on to the next generation, journals and pages we undercover at a loved ones death. A home is your family and each of you standing together in a group united as one. A group hug is a strong power house of a home.

This red sun struck barn is a picture of all of this in one. My Grandfather storied his treasures from around the world in this two-story barn. It was like a museum over the years, I stepped inside. Every visit it brought out the most amazing stories and time! Adventures! Every visit I discovered something exciting and historical new. Every time!

When it was time to sell this piece of land of my mother’s home, I took my camera for a last photo shoot of memories. She didn’t mind she didn’t bring her own camera at all. “Don’t you want a last picture to last, to keep forever?” “No, yes, this is my last home of growing up and the last moments in time, I will step foot inside and around.” “But, this land, house and barn are not what I will miss or keep.” “Home is my memories and the treasured family times it was filled with.”

That is what home is even to me.


Thanks for reading and taking a view of my “home”,

Wildflower Mom


P.S. This is a homework assignment for a picture of what home is to me?


Antique Papers, Cards & Someone’s Else’s Memories

My mother showed me these beautiful Valentines on one of my visits. A collection of cards her father saved from his childhood and beyond.

I immediately had to grab my camera, my parent’s home is full of interesting treasures and finds.

So, I make sure I travel with my camera where ever I go.

It was thrilling to read the pen or pencil handwriting of Aunts or Uncles dating back to 1800’s , 1900’s, 1920’s, 1930’s, and 1940’s!

I love holding history or personal history in my hands.

Special moments that my grandfather saved away in the box.

Here are the photos I took that day, makes me wish cards still had this must craft put into them now days.

But, they would be expensive now!

Click on each photo to see the true detailing.

Hope you enjoyed  all the detailing as much as I do. My grandfather passed this love and passion of history down to me.

I always have my nose stuck only in historical subjects and he was honored that I loved it too!


Happy Valentine’s Day! Happy Heart’s Day to you all!


Thanks for reading and enjoying a piece of my family’s history,

Wildflower Mom


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Puppy Love



This was our first puppy we raised together. A mix of boxer and border collie, a crazy loveable mix! But, very calm around Wildflower as a baby crawling on the carpet next to her. I took this during her toddler years as a puppy. Kisses to my Roxy Girl!

Enjoy The Moments With Me,

Wildflower Mom


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September Rose With Lace

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My favorite subject to paint in watercolor is captured in print. My father is a retired horticulturist. I grew up with the knowledge, love, care, plant diseases, feeling the soil between my fingers, joy of opening up a fresh pack of seeds, breathing in their sweet scents, the gentle touch of tender leaves, the childhood memory of dewy earth after a rain shower, spring was the season for me and all because of my parents raising me in the garden.

This is a little stroll in my childhood backyard on one visit with them. 🙂


Enjoy The Moments With Me,

Wildflower Mom